After wandering for ten years in many a foreign place, I’m yet to encounter a city with such a wealth of natural wonders at its doorstep, like Sydney. Pristine beaches, handsome mountains and acres of inviting bushland just beckoning you to take a ramble. Being back in my home city on a sunny day, it seemed the only sensible thing to do was go for a Sydney Harbour walk.
Opting to do the Harbour Bridge to Manly section, along the harbour’s northern shore, a friend and I grabbed a few supplies and bundled off into the city skyline. Pretty soon we had emerged on the other side of Sydney Harbour.
A few minutes in and we were weaving our way around scantily occupied coves, before traipsing across beaches many people would give their right arm for, all a stone’s throw (albeit a rather good one) from the city. It was a typically fine Sydney day, so taking in the bustling harbour activity, amidst the precipices that abruptly greet the bay, was nothing short of a marvel.
Our Sydney Harbour walk led us through bushland and onto cliffs jutting over the harbour‘s edge. Peering down, we saw a domestic structure forged into the cliff face, just above the sea. Unsurprisingly there’s a tonne of money sprayed along either side of the harbour, where folk are enjoying their very fine patch of the world.
A convenient part of the walk is that once at its end, you can catch the ferry back into the harbour, which my friend and I did. Perfect timing saw us cruise past the bridge as the sun set heavily into the west. As day turned into night and the sky became blood red, stark silhouettes formed across the city skyline.
