After 25 years of faithful service, the beloved Sydney monorail will close at the end of this month.
I’m particularly sad because it’s been the perfect baby sitter.
Riding the “bullet train” (as the twinlets call it) is a city visit highlight. We stay on for ages, riding loop after loop after loop, letting Mr Surfer and I catch a break.
The moment we board, the boys bounce off the walls with excitement and annoy other passengers in the carriage. Hey, I plead ignorance.
So goodbye, Sydney monorail. Thanks for being the perfect distraction for every wild tantrum. For making those mundane afternoons, when dangerously close to witching hour, a lot less painful. Thank you for the wonderful, happy family memories.
Joining Trish and the gang at My Little Drummer Boys for Wordless Wednesday