If you’re ever at a butterfly house, once you get used to the temperature and the humidity, you’ll have as much trouble as I did trying to take pictures of the fast-moving little creatures. 
Two separate walks on consecutive days have pinpointed for me all the things that are bad about the city, and everything that is good about the country. Walking down from North Sydney towards the Sydney Habour Bridge, no-one was prepared to make eye-contact with me. The day before, walking around in a town in the north coast, everyone would say hi – you could even get a conversation started if you so desired. Very different ways of life.