01. WELCOME TO SYDNEY, 1930!

[style=width: 500px; border-left: 20px solid #621807; padding: 5px; font-size: 12px; color: #3b261d; font-family: helvetica; text-align: justify; line-height: 15px;]Welcome to the Lucky Country, a land of vast blue skies and enough heart to fill them. Now that you're here, you're one of us, mate; one of us who doesn't let a single thing get to them, not even this so called 'Depression'. We have our symbol of hope, the Harbour Bridge, almost finished in defiance!

Those of us who live in The Rocks are the toughest of the tough, and it's not just us who say that. Pretty much all the newcomers wash up on our shores; and no finer place could they have ended up. Oh, sure, space is a bit tight and maybe we don't have the nice comfy living enjoyed by those on the North Shore. And sure, maybe there are a few gangs running amock. But they're our gangs. If you live here, you're one of us; and that as good as makes you family.

Although it's been a long time since The Rocks saw its glory days. Some say it never had them. Either way, decades worth of scraped living has ended up here; and, well, it might just be the Irish with their superstitions, or those Chinese fellas with their heads like firecrackers, but they say there's some strange things in this part of town. Ghosts and the like, you know, those souls who could never keep satisfied - or were forced to leave far before they were due.

Now there are plenty running those old ghost tour cons; half the hotels here live off the business the old men's 'true stories' bring in. But, well... who knows if they're just stories? Best keep your eyes up, mate, in case that roomie of yours turns out to be one of the dearly departed.