By Conchita C. Razon
It is Autumn Down Under. I arrived in Sydney on the last few days of summer and we had blue skies and cool breezes. But the weekend turned from nice to nasty. From comfortable mid-70s we dropped to unseasonal 50s and 60s, making us reach for sweaters and shawls. Monday the sun was out. But the rains have returned and now we’re back to dreary.
By Pocholo Concepcion
Cliff Richard is on the phone in Sydney, talking like a long-lost buddy, excitedly updating us on what’s been happening to him. He sounds articulate, self-assured, authoritative even, quick to point out misconceptions or mistakes in our assessment of his 54-year career as a pop icon.
By Erica Paredes
It’s hard not to fall in love with Sydney. It’s clean, efficient and modern, but with an old world charm that can’t be beat. The Land Down Under, in general, has always been a paradox to me. On one hand, it is filled with old buildings and heritage houses and Victorian terrace apartments, and aboriginal carvings can still be found on the coastal suburbs.
Mamma mia! That’s a lot of dough, even for an upscale pizzeria. Police are looking for the owner of a suitcase “full of money” that was left at the Italian restaurant in Sydney by a mystery customer.