Saturday

With Uta seemingly forever in Sydney, I joined up with Giovanni (aka, G-man) for some neighborhood bar hopping. We started at the patio in the Public House, before it become a bit too stuffy with an excess of fancy people in search of post-race refreshment (G-man in particular found the race fans somewhat distasteful, referring to horse racing as "the lowest sport known to man"). We then moved next door to the more working class beer garden at The Swan, until a drunkard put us on the outs with the bartender. We subsequently headed down the street to the newly renovated Richmond Club Hotel, where we stayed for several hours.