As you know, we’ve been in and around Sydney for a good few months, and in the nick of time (our last full day) we’ve squeezed in one of the top Sydney attractions: a walk up to the top of the harbour bridge. All four of us slipped into the attractive grey suits, attached belts and clipped on all manner of bits before walking out underneath the roadway to the famous arch of the coathanger. The walk was nice and easy, and soon we were on top of the arch peering down at the harbour below and off into the misty distance. At the peak we were 130 metres high, which somehow felt higher than the Auckland Skytower (192m), and way taller than the canyon swing (113m). Must make a mental note not to compare all heights to things I’ve jumped off, you know, just to keep the temptation at bay (as the guide said, if the bridge was in New Zealand there would be 3 bungies and a flying fox from the top).
The climb finished and left us with half a day to fill, so braving the rain we caught the ferry across the harbour to Manly to promenade and eat fish and chips, well it’s what you do!