The original plan was to do the Sydney Harbour Bridge climb, but who’d have thought it would book out on a weekend in the high season? (Caroline might be silently pleased with that, but she has committed to going up it!) So as a backup we climbed (into the lift) of the Sydney Tower, the tallest building in Sydney, for views stretching pretty much as far as we’ve been in Australia – Blue Mountains to Bondi, North Sydney to Cronulla. After I’d done a couple of laps of photographing, and Caroline was starting to wince at me contemplating doing it all again now the sun was out, we made for the OzTrek show at the bottom. The much hyped OzTrek was included with the ticket, alas it turned out to be a couple of tacky 3D video clips and a nauseating seat shake.
My quest for uber-fitness goes on, bike rides-a-plenty, and even a ride back to the Olympic pool for a swim. The swim was really to prepare for the surfing lesson tomorrow – despite there being the first shark attack for 70 years at Bondi, I’m going into the water. We were walking along Bondi Beach on Friday night around the time the attack happened, and saw someone swimming in the darkness – didn’t think it was the wisest thing to do! Anyway, the shark was a tiddler that just had a nibble, and statistically it’s probably the safest time to go back in, as it’ll be 70 years until the next attack. That’s my logic and I’m sticking to it!