Memories of high school basketball rushed back yesterday morning as I crumpled to the ground after tearing up my ankle. Aradhna, mom, sasuma and I had just parked beside the international passenger terminal in The Rocks. They were heading towards Sydney Tower and I was walking towards the harbour when 'CRACK', my right foot caught the smallest edge of a pothole and I went down like an unpoled circus tent. Two very sweet Aussie ladies offered assistance, as did a kindly cook from a nearby restaurant, who brought me a bag of ice. I sat in the sunshine with a panoramic view of The Rocks, Harbour Bridge, Sydney Opera House and Circular Quay and wondered if I'd finally broken something after multiple ligament tears suffered as a Parsippany Hills High School Viking basketball player. X-rays last night showed no fractures. This'll teach me to leave Melbourne .....
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Sydney is a bitter town with a long memory, obviously.
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