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Day three in Sydney and we finally managed to get up the tower. It is a long way up and, unsurpisingly, provides yet more fabulous views. The focus of today was going to Mecca or, as it is known in Sydney, Bondi. To be honest, I'm not sure what all the fuss is about - yes it is a very nice beach and yes the sun shines in all it's glory and yes you can swim in (to us Brits at least) nicely warm water, but the surf not all it's cracked up to be, it's a pain to get to and an even bigger pain to get back from (local buses are not Australia's strongpoint) and it lacks any defining features.
This was further supported by the next day, all of which I spent at Manly. For a start the journey out theree is much more pleasurable - we got the public ferry out there which provides the best views of the city in all its glory (another sunny day helped) and costs a great deal less than the harbour tours. As with Bondi, Manly has a splendid beach and is rammed full on a Saturday but, when you need to get the blood coursing through your veins there are a number of options. First, the surf was a bit more active here, which made for a lot of fun bodysurfing and generally swimming. On top of this, the Manly scenic walkway is great for stretching the legs - but you need to leave a bit more time for it than I did. Still, it was a very good, very chilled-out day.
Feeling the addiction kick in, I went surfing again on Sunday, this time in the Royal National Park. They still won't let me use the hard boards, but I'm getting the hang of turning now. Sun, sand, surf - another good day. Getting back into Sydney brought a pleasant surprise, as I met up with one of the people I'd been travelling with further north.
My last day in Sydney has been a quiet one - generally getting everything in order, doing some laundry, writing some postcards and enjoying the sun. Tomorrow - Fiji.
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