P1. Such a funny feeling coming into a city. Particularly a big city. Like Sydney.
Anxiety is twisting in my chest like an slimy eel caught on a fishing line.
It’ll settle no doubt, once we’re at our accommodation and organised. But now, in a taxi, as the anxiety eel contorts back over itself in an endless struggle, I’m reminded that my roots are firmly planted in country soil.
Despite all this, I still love the city.
A lover of all things shiny and twinkly, city nights are really something else!
And the non stop activity is captivating!
When we were kids we would holiday on the NSW North Coast every Christmas, camping at the quiet sleepy riverside town of Pottsville.
We’d go into Surfers Paradise to shop and gawp at the city madness!
The tolls were a nightmare, and there would be a guaranteed argument between driver and passengers, but it was magic!
The utter highlight was the bridges, and changing signs!
You know the ones!
Like vertical Venetian blinds!
One minute they’re advertising coke, next thing (if your lucky enough, and the traffic is slow enough) you see it magically change to a Jupiters casino ad!
Told you, magic
The good old days.
Now cities change way faster than magic signs. But the traffic is just as slow!
P2. Parked up at our apartment, happy, blistered feet, Dan on the “balcony”, the sounds of the city (Friday night mind you) blaring through the open door!
Anxiety eel is long gone, and I officially love the rocks.
G1, G2, G3, you’re probably glad your not here because I would have been at my best “my god just look at that wall! Look at it! Look at that arch way! Touch that brick! Do you comprehend the history behind that brick” etc, etc.
the history is so freakin amazing!
The people are stupidly busy, pushy and terrifying, and the stairs and hills are doing my knees no favours, but the history! Sigh!
I love it!!
We had a small wander about after arriving, then headed to the Rocks for an impromptu pub crawl while awaited our ghost tour.
Very pleased to have thrown a few back in Sydney’s oldest pub (4x golds too mind you)! Then sat and ogled the Queen Mary 2 before teaming up with our Rocks Ghost host James, and 21 other tourists!
We spent 2 hours exploring the Rocks, entering buildings off limits to mere mortals, and hearing sad tales of convicts, murders, heartbreak, cruelty and a bizarre tale of a self dismembered penis.
Just as weird as it sounds.
It was a super cool tour! And I look forward to wandering back to a few places in daylight as they’re just so beautiful!
We rounded off the evening with a few more beers at a few more Rocks pubs, and pizza, and now, after being reassured all is well at home, are plotting Saturday’s Sydney agenda!
Note to self- wear sensible shoes from here on out.