The Curse of The Green Man

Sydney is haunted by an intangible emerald figure. I predict a good 14% of our day is lost waiting for the elusive green man to appear so that we can cross the streets in Sydney. Once he does you have about 7 seconds to dash across the wide streets with cars still coming at you. The push-button timing and road-dart are skills we are yet to perfect. A skill we have perfected however is skipping jet-lag, which I consider quite an achievement after two days of travel! Breaking news is that travel towels suck, we found a house and eating bananas means you're rich....But mainly the house finding! We are officially Sydney-siders as of Sunday with a great place that has a roof terrace for BBQ's. Now to find jobs so we can afford the sausages.