Signage

WHICH ONE ARE YOU?

(photos from a Darling Harbor food kiosk, in Sydney, and Darby Street, Newcastle)

Nicholas caught this next one across the street from a Vietnamese restaurant that we ate at our first night in Sydney. St. George is our bank, chosen for its friendly dragon logo, its proximity to our first Newcastle address, and because my Dad attended St. George grade school and high school. Why not?

Emu was on the menu at the restaurant, by the way, but I went for the crocodile. As expected, it tasted like chicken, and for good reason, according to this sign from the Sydney Aquarium. (I'll take a picture soon of the kangaroo meat section at one of our local supermarkets.)

Falk, not the school, is some sort of worldwide heavy manufacturing concern, with this outpost located minutes from our house. There are about 10 different Falk signs posted around the complex.

Olde timey beer advertising, or perhaps a psychological assessment, at the Oriental Hotel, in Cooks Hill, Newcastle; a way out sign at Central Station, Sydney; and more fun at Guantanamo, near the home of Nicholas' Spanish tutor, in Lambton, Newcastle.