For sunset-watching coordinates, a trio of pubs, my new, all-time favorite brunch and dinner spots, and a bit more, see 10 Things to Do in Melbourne. First to Melbourne and then Sydney. Strange, yes. But here I am, nevertheless, looking forward to a morning jog in the botanical gardens, and swoon, that bit along the Opera House. The hour flight one that could come true. Here we go:. But with so much blue on the map, where do you go? After 20 kilometers on the bike and who-knows-how-many hills later, Mr.
G and I reached the last stop of the day, Fairfax Lookout. Its raw splendor was brutally lost on both of us, who were more than anything, looking forward to taking those long, steep hills, in a sense of sweet revenge, downwards this time, our minds set on a cold and well-deserved pint. After hills upon kilometers with hardly a non-local in sight, passing through King Street Wharf and Darling Harbour was somewhat of an anti-climax. But as I kept following the water's edge, leaving the restaurants, attractions and snappy tourists behind, I arrived at another, calmer side of the harbor, from where now the commercial chaos had transformed into a beautiful mess.
Life at the water, along harbors and wharves, is edgy, sexy, and unattached. Bay is where I find freedom, meaning and inspiration. But better. Makes for a sweet gift.. The floor beneath me was slightly shaking. Looking down through the gaps I could see the sea. To my left were flashes of lovely Lavender Bay. On my right trains raced by. It was a short one sentence affair, but it felt good to be back at it againโfree and fearless.
I met a lot of people in the past few months. Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better. Sydney is magic.
I rented my bike with bonzabiketours. They seem to have the best deal in town. Matt, the owner, is really nice and will tell you exactly how to get lost too.
