Mrs Macquarie's Chair is a seat cut into a rock at the end of the Botanic Gardens at Sydney Harbour. From the spot, named for the wife of one of New South Wales' early governers, you get the most stunning views of what must be among the most famous urban areas on the globe. We sat on the grass and watched speed-boats and sail boats thinking there could hardly be a better place to be.
Earlier we'd headed down to Darling Harbour, where you can catch the rays in the company of a few of the Royal Australian Navy's decommissioned battleships and submarines. The city's monorail system visits the area, and is a useful way of getting the whistle stop tour of the downtown sights.
That, for the second time in six months, is the end of our last day in Sydney. Saigon awaits.
