Sydney isn’t a bad place to spend your last few days in Australia. It has a lovely city centre – although many of the outskirts we dove through to get there weren’t quite so hot. But get to the centre, near the water and its beautiful on a nice day. Almost as scenic as Hong Kong. Almost!
We climbed Sydney Tower and wandered around the botanical gardens to the far side of Sydney’s Opera House on a stunning day. Beautiful views, warm breeze – lovely. Unfortunately the weather went off a bit towards the end of our stay, and so when we took the ferry across the harbour to Manley it rained on us all day. As a result, the lovely little seaside beach looked as if it was off the North Sea rather than the Pacific! And the breathtaking views of the city centre and Opera House from the boat on the way back were, well, murky. Have a look at the pictures below to see what I mean. Ah well, at least being brought up in Wales has taught my Mum to always carry an umbrella and a pack-a-mac…
Which brings us to the end of our stay in Australia. Mum flew back to the UK a day before we flew to New Zealand… to arrive home in Wales several hours after we checked in to our very plush hotel in Auckland. Poor thing! Now she’ll experience the particularly evil form of jet lag that crossing 12 time zones brings and have to go to work on Monday! Now you see why we think travelling around the world with out working is the way forward.
We climbed Sydney Tower and wandered around the botanical gardens to the far side of Sydney’s Opera House on a stunning day. Beautiful views, warm breeze – lovely. Unfortunately the weather went off a bit towards the end of our stay, and so when we took the ferry across the harbour to Manley it rained on us all day. As a result, the lovely little seaside beach looked as if it was off the North Sea rather than the Pacific! And the breathtaking views of the city centre and Opera House from the boat on the way back were, well, murky. Have a look at the pictures below to see what I mean. Ah well, at least being brought up in Wales has taught my Mum to always carry an umbrella and a pack-a-mac…
Which brings us to the end of our stay in Australia. Mum flew back to the UK a day before we flew to New Zealand… to arrive home in Wales several hours after we checked in to our very plush hotel in Auckland. Poor thing! Now she’ll experience the particularly evil form of jet lag that crossing 12 time zones brings and have to go to work on Monday! Now you see why we think travelling around the world with out working is the way forward.
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