The flight from America was never going to be easy, coming from eight hours behind to nine infront means a day was going to be lost in the post. The flight left LAX at 23:50, I had no trouble getting some sleep (the usual) and after a while got stuck in to the on-demand system, picked out a few movies to watch (August Rush & Cassandra’s Dream – both very good and passed the time well).
As the plane came though the thick cloud – the weather conditions came in to view – wet, wet, wet, or “Pishing Doon” as we say at home. As it’s autumn here, the rain has been around for a while and was hammering down, where did I pack that jacket.
Checked in to the hostel, put on the jacket (with just T-Shirt under) and hit the streets. Even though the weather wasn’t great, it’s still very warm. People in shorts and t-shirts with umbrellas is a common sight, the rain came in stints and bursts so you could get around without too much hassle.
I started by heading to the north of the city, to the opera house and bridge – even in the rain it was a nice sight to see – I decided to skip on the bridge walk as it’s £85 and you can’t take your own pics. I spent the rest of the day on foot, wandering the city, finding what I could: two decent arcades was a nice little surprise, I can smell them from blocks away.
Later in the evening Jet lag took it’s tole – I started to feel like a zombie walking the streets, but refused to give up until a reasonable time. Dinner and a few beers at the hostel, I crashed at nine leaving the next day for a fresh start.
As part of my running, I fancy getting across the major attractions on foot – I didn’t get my trainers in time to do San Fran’s Golden Gate Bridge but was ready to do Sydney’s Harbour Bridge. Leaving the hostel and heading west, I ran the streets slowly crossing the junctions and heading to where I presumed the pedestrian access was. Coming on to the bridge, I was curious why it looked different from below, then I saw it – I was on the Anzac Bridge, dammit the Harbour Bridge is miles away, oh well it’s a nice run and view.
In the afternoon, feeling tired after the mornings run, I went for the city tour bus – got a decent run around the area and avoided the constant rain, took note of a few things I wanted to do and headed back to the hostel for some evening drinks.
Last day today, I had quite a bit to pack in, first up was a trip to the famous Bondi Beach, with the rain comes good waves, so the ocean was partially busy with surfers galore – I felt rather jealous, the waves looked superb and it all sounds like a lotta fun. Hoping to start surfing lesions next week but just don’t have time here in Sydney.
After the beach, I went down to the Maritime Museum, the sight of three ships and a submarine had me curious. I only had two hours to get though them all, so had to do an express tour of them. The HMAS Onslow submarine was partially intresting, really small and cramp but loads packed in. A full size Endeavour replica was popular with the tourists, seems it’s fully working and used for cruses once a month. Well worth the £15 entrance fee, the volunteer guides were partially enthusiastic about their hobby and really made it worth a visit.
And that brings me to the end of Sydney, it’s a better city than I expected – more to do that I got around to but once again I’m shattered and heading to bed early – got a midday flight tomorrow, Melbourne awaits…..