Sydney

Escaping the City

While Sydney really is a great city, I tend to relish in my time outside the concrete walls and happenings of city life. Thankfully, with a short 2-hour train ride from the city center, it’s possible to escape into some pretty pristine environments. The Blue Mountains get their namesake from the reaction of chemicals within the Eucalyptus leaves with the air. A blue haze results, which blankets the rolling hills of forests. From photos, I didn’t expect to be too impressed, but it really is striking when you first see it. Perhaps I arrived at the right time, as the late morning haze had yet to lift from the afternoon sun. There’s plenty to do in the relatively large National Park. I chose to escape the throngs of Selfie Sticks and walk a loop trail that brought me to the 3 Sisters, through Rainforest, under and above waterfalls, and apparently through some (very angry) bird habitats. Giant cockatoos and parrots were none too thrilled that I was trespassing along their trail. After a long day of hiking, I enjoyed a meat pie that I’d heard so much about (it did not disappoint) and headed back to Sydney, rejuvenated by my break from the city, and ready to do some urban exploration once more.

As I think about it, aside from the great food, views, and activities the city offers, it’s really the accessibility to nature that has me so keen on Sydney. The city is there for the taking, but a short ferry ride gets you to a serene coastline, or a secluded community, where the hustle and bustle is no more than a backdrop to your day’s activities, or lack thereof. 

Between the Flags

Beach life in Sydney isn’t all that much different from what I’ve been used to the last few years living in Hermosa Beach, California. Juice bars, cafes, and surfboards line the beaches, as the chiseled bodies soak up their tan from the sunshine (hole in the O-zone and all). Getting to and around the beaches, though, is a different story. The first beach I visited was Manly beach (apropos, I know). Rather than take the easy ferry, I instead ventured on the 10km coastal walk from Spit Bridge to Manly. Accompanied by my local guide, Natalie, the walk took us through the outlying communities that dot the hills in Sydney’s outer harbour. Small beaches provide great vantage points to watch the multitudes of sailboats making the most of the sun and wind. The walk passed through all sorts of different environments: beach, rainforest, bush, finally arriving at the community of Manly, a lively promenade leading to soft sand and surf. The 20-minute ferry back to Sydney was just as enjoyable, and a lot less strenuous than the journey out. Getting up close and personal with the Opera House and the Harbour bridge by sea was just the way to cap off a great day.

Bondi Beach, Sydney’s most famous, provided a similar vibe and another great coastal walk. From the edge of the beach, the Bondi to Coogee walk hugs the Cliffside, passing through a handful of beaches along the way. Around every corner were incredible views of the surf pounding against the cliffs, followed by pockets of serenity at the local beaches. After finishing the 2-hour walk, I caught the bus back to Bondi for some proper beach activity, namely laying my towel out and getting sunburned. Throngs of tourists and locals alike find their spot on the sand, taking the necessary swim breaks as the lifeguards direct the crowds to swim between the nomadic flags placed on the shore. I ended my day swimming a couple laps in the famous Icebergs, a seawater lap pool built into the cliff side.

Who says a little exercise shouldn’t come with a view?

Sydney

In all my previous travels, there’s been a language barrier that’s added a bit of mystery and adventure to the sights and scenery. Upon touching down in Sydney, though, it all felt…familiar. I could read every sign. Everyone had an answer for my questions. I could actually ask questions. In English. I didn’t even have to point and make up my own dialect of sign language. Sure, I’m still travelling, but the ease and familiarity of it all has at times caused me to forget that I am quite literally half a world away.

Sydney is, unequivocally, stunning. The views from the harbour, both from land and sea are mesmerizing. I found myself staring at the Opera House from every which angle, as I couldn’t help it capturing my gaze. Neighborhoods perched on the surrounding rolling hills provide innumerable glances at the skyline, best viewed from the rooftop bars and restaurants speckled throughout the city.

Sydney is clean. It’s bustling, yet surprisingly peaceful. While some locals may protest, it’s very easy to navigate by public transit. It’s connected. In less than 30 mins, you can take a ferry from the main harbour area to most every corner of the surrounding neighborhoods leading out to the Pacific. It’s global. Asian, European, even Mexican (!) cuisine can be found within walking distance from any place in the city…and it’s all delicious! Great food was not something I was expecting as I planned my trip to Sydney, but I was pleasantly surprised.

Taking in the city sights, exploring the character-filled neighborhoods, and relaxing on the soft-sand beaches, I’m ashamed to admit that I was looking to finish the sentence of, “Yeah, Sydney is great, but…” and I never could do it. I still can’t. Aside from a high cost of living, and perhaps some onerous liquor laws, the city is great in every way. It’s easy on all the senses:

Gorgeous. Quiet. Fresh. Warm. Delicious.

Well, there is one thing: The WiFi is trash. When your hostel charges $5 for a day’s worth of slow internet, there’s a problem.

Hey, there’s got to be something wrong with this place, right?