Sydney - Day 3 - Bondi to Bronte

Today I am sitting in the usual pizza bar at the QVB in downtown Sydney. Dad and I are killing time mostly, waiting to head back to Westin and on to the train station. But more on that later.

Yesterday was a little different from my other days spent here in Sydney. We had been recommended (by Derrin, of course) to make the famous beach walk between two equally famous beaches, known as Bondi and Bronte. We caught a taxi around noon to Bondi, which was all but deserted due to the bad, stormy weather and the shark attacks that had occurred the day before. The city around it was essentially a suburb of Sydney, mosty touristy type stuff for the beach goers.


The walk itself to the other beach was phenomenal. The distance between the two beaches are little more than a mile in distance, but the scenic walkway is riddled with switchbacks and stairways, all while walking into what felt like a wall of wind. In all, we were walking for about an hour along the cliff side, until we reached the little town around Bronte Beach. We had a quick lunch there at a little juice bar, then took the next available bus to an area known as Bondi Junction. The Junction was little more than a mall with a few store-covered avenues, so we were quickly done exploring there. We decided to forego taking the taxi back into the main financial district, the region where our hotel was, and to take the train back instead.


Though we had hoped to have dinner with Derrin that night, the increasingly terrible weather essentially stopped all travelling outside of the city, and Derrin was unfortunately unable to meet us. We ended up having dinner at Kingsley's, a little steak and seafood restaurant in Finger Wharf in Woolloomooloo.


The plan as it stands now is to meet a train at 3 o'clock, ride for about fifteen hours to Broken Hill, take a plane back monday night, then take a cab from the airport up to Nelson Bay.