I’ve skipped a day. We’re taking it a bit easy in Sydney, not trying to tick off all the sights of the city. To be honest we’re not much like that anyway; I’d rather wander around an interesting neighbourhood and look at the shops and houses than make sure I’ve seen all the key historical and cultural icons of a city. So that’s what we were up to yesterday, exploring our neighbourhood.
We’ve been using public transport a lot, of course. It’s not dissimilar from London with buses and trains the main options. And like most visitors to London, in Sydney we’ve mainly used the trains and our own feet. Buses are a problem if you’re not familiar with a city. There’s very seldom a map available showing the bus routes, so if you’re at A and you need to get to B it’s hard to know which bus to take unless a friendly local can tell you. Similarly, most larger scale city maps don’t show bus stops at all, so whereas you can usually find your way to the nearest train/underground station from wherever you happen to be, finding the nearest bus stop can be a more random affair.
This evening we’re curled up in bed trying not to get colds. When we hopped on a southbound train towards the Royal National Park this morning it was lovely and sunny, and it was still pretty nice through the first two hours of our ramble in the park. Then the rain came. Sydney attacked us with stealth weather: four days of relentless sun to lull you into going out in T-shirts with no thought of putting rain jackets in your rucksack, then blam! Downpour. We got drenched on the two hours back, and then the hour long train journey nicely chilled us. The only blessing worth counting was that we didn’t have to wait long on the cold blowy platform. Luckily there is hot chocolate here.
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