Dean and I were in Sydney last week en route to my cousin’s wedding on the NSW South Coast. Living in Darwin, we don’t get much opportunity to travel down south. It’s just so far away, and domestic flights in Australia are financially a killer.
So, seeing as we were already heading down to see my cousin get married, we decided to extend our trip by one day and get a day of wandering around the city, as well as seeing Dean’s cousin, who also emigrated to Australia but settled in Sydney.
The only downside to our little stop off in Sydney was that our flight was the red eye, meaning we left Darwin at midnight and arrived in Sydney early in the morning, with about as much sleep as you can expect to get sitting up in cattle class. Still, excitement at a change of scene will get you further than you think, so we dropped our suitcase in luggage storage, and headed out into the city.
We rustle up a somewhat mediocre breakfast in The Rocks, and then decide to head straight out around the bay to Darling Harbour. It’s a long walk, but exactly the kind of leg stretch that we’re looking for after being cooped up on the plane. We’re both exhausted, but hotel check in isn’t until 2pm and the day is just getting started.
Sydney is a stunning city at the water’s edge, and you forget just how wonderful it is until you’re there. In the city, it’s a bustling and noisy urban centre, definitely something that Dean and I have forgotten after a few years living it up in the quiet tropics. But once we reach the water, all of that just disappears into background noise. We find ourselves in Barangaroo Reserve, one of the city’s newest harbour foreshore parks. It’s a lovely spot, and we collect a geocache (and a trackable!) while we’re sitting in the shade enjoying the surrounds. I love the spot, and I could have sat there all day on the cool sandstone.
It’s lovely and sunny for our Sydney visit, but the temperatures are still so much lower than Darwin that both Dean and I feel positively cool. It’s amazing what 5-10 degrees and about 20% less humidity will do to a person!
Dean ends up taking the rest of the day to sleep off his flight debt once we’re able to check in, but I’m still up for walking. All up, I clock up a whopping 31,600 steps (I’m a fitbit fan) exploring the city, including a frustrating 40 minutes attempting to catch a bus in the nightmare that is their public transport system. I definitely don’t think I could live in Sydney, but there’s something about the energy of the city that I did like. That hustle and bustle, while it is loud, has a certain life to it. It’s made me feel better about what the future holds for Dean and I, but that’s another story! 😉