This picture is Kim sitting on a gun turret atop the South Head, protecting the entrance to Sydney Harbor. Behind her you see North Head (where we live). The water in between is the entrance, or Head Waters. I have to explain that because we never learned that kind of terminology growing up on the US prairie.
The gun turret is similar to many that we saw in Normandy. This one was originally built in the mid 1800's and upgraded a couple of times.
I can imagine that, at this point, as Beth is reading this blog post to Ken, he is rolling his eyes and saying "See, I told you! This blog is just another of those ego-centric, look at us, facebook things that Bryan shouldn't be doing. Pretty soon he will be tweeting pictures of what they had for lunch yesterday and drivel like 'oh, our plane is delayed and we are waiting in the airport...'"
To Ken, I respond... au contraire mon frere, au contraire! Let me explain that there is actually something about this photo that I find quite blog-worthy...
You see, mon frere, I happened to read the plaque nearby which explained the history of why, in 1840 or so, the Aussie's decided they needed a gun in this spot to protect their harbor from unwanted visitors.
It was originally built in response to a specific threat from a specific "enemy". Hmmmm..... 1840... would that be the French? Nope. Japan? Nope. China? Nope. Any more guesses? My niece, Anna would certainly blurted out the answer immediately - because she would say "He wouldn't put it in the blog unless the answer was America". And she would be correct, of course. I never can keep her in suspense for the twisting plot turns of my story-telling. She is always a few steps ahead of me.
Anyway - an American explorer names Charles Wilkes led A US Exploring Expedition to see if there was anything cool to see or do down here. Or maybe they had some trouble-makers on board and they just wanted to drop off at the local prison on their way to explore Antarctica. Regardless of their purpose - on the morning of November 29, 1830 they decided to sail between the heads and check out Sydney. The next morning the town was "shocked and horrified" (quoted from an actual news accounting of the event) when they woke up to see the foreign ships at anchor floating in their precious harbor (and King's Road full of American sailors defiantly singing Yankee Doodle Dandy in a drunken stupor I suspect). As I now live and work amongst the proud and pragmatic people of Sydney - it doesn't surprise me at all that the next thing they decided to do was to put a big gun on the head to force us to at least ask permission to enter.
Kim and I had to ask permission AND show proof of health insurance. They added the second requirement later...