The last couple of days I’ve met up with Kirsty, my brothers girlfriend, who happens to be visiting a friend of hers in Sydney whilst I’m here. Yesterday we did a good trek round the city, starting with breakfast at Circular Quay (where the harbour ferries depart) and then finding our way to the Harbour Bridge, walking along it until we found some steps up to a vantage point and took some photos over the harbour. We walked back round and went for a close up of the Opera House, which looks kind of surreal when you see it in the flesh. It doesn’t seem quite as white as it does in the pictures, but very nice all the same.
That led us round to the Royal Botanic Gardens which we cut through on our way to the Sky Tower, a pretty-bloody-tall watch-tower-looking thing in the middle of the city, which you can go up and you get excellent views for miles and miles. They’ve got free to use telescopes up there and they’re so powerful you can spy on people in their flats. Not that that’s what I was doing. We rounded up the afternoon with a visit to Darling Harbour, grabbed a late lunch and chilled out in the park area for a while.
I am 22 years old today. Got to be about the only birthday where I’ve woken up and walked outside into baking heat. Met Kirsty at Hyde Park and we caught a bus to Bondi beach, where I quite happily spent my b’day either resting in the sun or throwing myself into the waves like some kind of aquatic acrobat. We came back around six-ish and Kirsty treated me to an Indian on Pitt Street. I had my usual chicken tikka which was very reasonable indeed.
I’ve just had a shower, freshened up and put my make-up on so I’m ready to see if anybody is about in the pubs tonight. Oh, and Milan getting through to the Champions League semi’s wasn’t a bad birthday present! The Liverpool ghosts will soon be banished…