Grandma’s Bar

So hopefully the final leg of fixing my half baked decision to leave my passport out for the robbers earlier this year. A flight to Sydney to visit the embassy and request my visa… Keeping my passport out of sight of those foraging bandits and checked ourselves into our hotel… Which had a decidedly antique smell to the rooms…

A quick look on google maps found us some local bars and in keeping with the theme of the hotel we decided to head over to a place called Grandma’s Bar for our first night. This place didn’t smell antique… However, it also didn’t serve up tea and biscuits either. The grandma that owned this bar certainly liked her spirits and it only took about 3 cocktails for me and Kirsty to decide to wobble back home…

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