Those North Shore people really have no idea of the value of anything, do they? At first look, this monthly markets held on the grounds of the Milsons Point bowling green is just another market, with food stalls, bric-a-brac and overpriced crafts. But it's the temp store holders, mostly rich North Shore-irans emptying out their garages and recent junk bought overseas, is the main reason to get out bed and stand around in the freezing wind next to the Harbour before 7am Saturday morning.

Imported Jeans? $10.
Leather shoes from Japan. $10.
Original Mona Lisa Painting. $10.

This is bargain city if you get here early enough, and holy fuck, do i mean early. You have to be here before 7am, or you miss out.

Kiribilli Markets is on the fourth Saturday of the month generally, with the odd extra one added or taken away. Check the website for details.

We love Chinatown. Where else can you get a 500 gig hard drive for the cost of train ticket AND hepatitis A - all on your lunch break?!?!

Sydney is home to Australia's largest Chinatown (Melbourne''s is a laughable back alley by all accounts), and is home various food courts, Asian bakeries, restaurants, massage facilities, pubs with gaming rooms, sushi bars, Falun Gong information tables and weird shops which sell either kids toys, electronics or phones (we're not exactly sure).

Amongst other things Chinatown first gave Sydney includes bubble tea, gambling (originally illegally) and 2am BBQ Pork (should be illegal).

Located near such Leftie workplaces as The ABC, the ALP head branch, various unions and Central Railways, Chinatown becomes a lunchtime hub for well-paid, white anglo Communists who think of themselves as multiculturally aware and very tolerant, You'll see them scoffing combination Laksa, bubble tea and cheap computer accessories in the noon-day sun, all the while in real life they would never think of living outside their very white and very safe suburbs of Pyrmont, Balmain, Potts Point and Roseville.

When loud obnoxious rock bands play the Entertainment Centre (I'm talking about you Deep Purple), the only true cross-pollination of Sydney's disparate racial groups takes place, as drunk bogans from the burbs descend on Chi-town, can't believe there's no parking, drunkenly order "fried lice" and then get booked for drink driving on the way home. Ah, karma, you must be Chinese too.