The first day with Golden Holden February 1 Early in the morning we took the train to Sydney to meet Cathrine at Circular Quay ten o'clock. Then Simon and I took out money to the car and we all went to immigration in The Rocks. Cathrine borrowed the money to extend her visa. Now it was time to go to Kings Kross and buy the car, a golden Holden Kingswood with a 4.2 liters V8, we decided on a couple of days earlier. After hard negotiations Cathrine and I managed to get us some camping gear and an icebox. Now the adventure began. First we had to drive to the NRMA office down town. That went without any problems. But on the way back it started to happen stuff. I was driving, and had to get to a parallel street to the right, the first was three lane and one way towards us. But the next one had tree lanes and entrance was allowed so I turned into it. I assumed it was one way in my direction. At the next intersection we where going to turn right so I placed me in the right lane. The light was red. Standing there waiting fore green I se that the traffic from the left where standing still. One was a touristbus, and another a driving-school car in front of a Mercedes. The driving-school car, on the inside of the bus, was getting nervous and started to back up. Resulting in that he/she backed into the Mercedes. Who started to honk his horn frantically. The light turns to green and I turn to the right. Now the car that stood behind me at the red light drives up on my left and says "Was it one way there or what?". Then it starts to occur to me what really had happened back at the red light. It hadn't been an one way street, I stood in the lane intended for traffic against us. The bus who stood still wanted to turn into my lane, so did probably the driving-school car and the Mercedes. Well at least I wasn't alone to make that mistake. Now of to Bondai we drove. In Bondai Simon and I booked a hotel rum at Thelellen Inn. And after a stop at a café we where of to Katoomba, Cathine lived in Sydney for the moment. The trip to Katoomba became quite an adventure actually. We had just fueled Golden Holden and I was driving. The light ahead was red an there was standing a car in my lane so I quickly signaled left and changed lane. Then suddenly Simon shouts "watch the bus". I try to throw the car back in the right lane, but as I turn the wheel the hear the bodywork start to crumple against the front of the bus. We came to a stop just after the lights and the busdriver comes walking across the intersection. He says, with a slightly guilty voice, that he thought I was going to stay in my lane. And I asked him, with a similarly guilty voice, if his bus was OK. But he said not to worry about the bus. Golden had only sustained a minor dent in front of the rear left tail-light, so we drove on towards Katoomba. In Katoomba night had fallen and having no real map of the place we had to guess our way home. At last after some driving around in the dark we, by chance, came up on 32 Campbell street, home sweet home.