After yesterday’s drive, is was great to pull back the hotel room curtains to be greeted by a splendid view of the Sydney Opera House and the Harbour Bridge behind it. Last day in Oz so to make the most of it!
Pack on my back (I’d abandoned most of my luggage at the airport) off I set across the district of Potts Point, and was soon down by the harbour side walking through The Royal Botanic Gardens and on to the steps of the Opera House.
Next stop was the ferry terminal at Circular Quay, with it’s vibrant street entertainers to watch whilst waiting for a ferry to Manley. A relaxing 30 minute ride on one of the old ferries, with a bow at both ends, across and down the harbour was one of the better recommendations from a local that I took. Another was to walk across the narrow point that is Manley and out on to the beach. Manley has a wonderful relaxed seaside feel about it. The half hour trip back on the ferry to the terminal in the shadow of the bridge, was equally enjoyable, watching the jet boats weaving in between the other ferry and sailboat traffic trying to get their passengers wet.
A walk around the local street markets proceeded another,but much shorter ferry hop to Milsons Point where Luna Park, with its traditional entrance, like the one in St Kilda Melbourne, sits right behind the ferry stop. A short but steep walk up the hill brought me to Milsons Point station, where I caught another double-decker train back across the bridge an then underground to the central station to change on to another one out to the airport.
I’m tapping this in to my PDA, whilst the excellent Emirates cabin crew serve yet another meal at 35,000ft above the snowcapped mountains of eastern Europe. Only an other couple of hours and I’ll be back in Brum. This flight home seems never ending, going via Bangkok and Dubai. The worst bit was watching the little plane icon crawl so slowly diagonally across Australia on the map – it took forever.
Australia was a great place to visit, populated, if a little sparsely, by great friendly people who were interested in what I had to say. Which can be no bad thing, as after all that was the reason I went.