THE FUN OF EXPLORING SYDNEY

Auckland Star, Volume LXIX, Issue 208, 3 September 1938, Page 2 (Supplement)

THE FUN OF EXPLORING SYDNEY

Wendy Discovers An Underground Station

Dear Sunbeams—■ 1-. Jr" 981 , wee k I you of my trip across the Tasman and how we entered Sydney Harbour on the lovest S J >rm T g " lornm g ß - When my luggage had been piled into the car and we were actually driving through ' drew a big, tremendous breath and thought "Sydney at last!" What a great bustling place it aim t 0 c Later the streets were to grow more familiar in appearance, and in time I was to become os pro cient at venturing forth on shopping tours and finding my way safely home again. But on that first i r ?, ln £ , e , w , * ts roaring traffic and its lofty buildings, quite overwhelmed me. "I shall keep getting os , t ought blankly. But it can't be helped. I shall just have to keep asking people the way." . Now, after the first excitement of seeing Sydney was over, I had time to gaze in amazement and delight a e autiful flowers. How they brightened those busy streets. Sydney seemed filled with flowers. Little ower sta Is laden down with sweet-smelling stocks, violets, daphne, sweet peas and roses lined the streets, and on e street corners stood flower sellers with big baskets filled with bunches of violets and daphne. I became m ln time to everything I saw in Sydney excepting the flowers. They were a source of never-ending eight to me. I kept thinking how pretty Queen Street would look if it too were bordered with flower stalls. , .... course, I could hardly wait to explore the city. The big buildings and the tremendous crowds were ruling enough, but when I saw one of the underground stations I felt I really was indeed in the largest city in the southern hemisphere. These underground stations are right down underneath the city. Flights of s airs or escalators (moving staircases) lead down to them. The station itself is a scene of the greatest possible activity. fcJectric trains are roaring in and out every few minutes. The noise is quite deafening. Hundreds or people seem to be travelling backwards and forwards. The passengers would leap off the trains and on to the escalators, and so up into the busy world above. One can buy all sorts of things in these bustling underground stations, for there are many little shops and stalls, as well as numerous window displays. It seems funny indeed to see the electric trains come roaring in without any puffing engines. The driver occupies a very small corner of the first carriage. Later on I went a trip in an electric train and » » sat in the very front seat. You can imagine what a thrill that was. I felt just like & . . an engine driver! More Sydney news next week, Sunbeams—