It’s a sunny morning, which equals a trip straight down to the harbour to get some postcard photos from my throw-away camera. I race down there, before the clouds have a chance to reappear. I can’t believe I have to stand in line behind a whole bus load of tourists posing identically one after the other. With that, I ended it up wondering around through the CBD down to the rocky area down near the bridge. The rocks are quite an interesting place and has a ton of character and tons of characters, but the bridge overhead was certainly the main attraction.
Again, it’s something I’ve seen so many times, but it can still make my head turn whenever it is in view along with the Opera House, Petronas Towers, Ayers Rock, Angkor Wat, Mt. Fuji, Forbidden City or the Aston Martin in Melbourne. The bridge cost almost $200 to climb it. I settled on simply walking over it because I can still get a great view of one of the most scenic harbors in the entire world. There were already New Years Eve decorations up on the bridge and something that looks like a giant clothes hanger. I guess I’ll find out soon enough what that’s all about when I’ll hook up with my Aussie friend for dinner at one of the luxury hotels Sydney offers.
With one main attraction down, I head over to number two main attraction, the Opera house. Of course I have joined up with a horde of other tourist sitting on the steps, all enjoying the view, except this one guy who looked like he had just collapsed or fainted on them. He didn’t look ill or dead, nor as off color as the Opera House itself. Though, with its space shuttle like tiles appearing some what yellowed or stained rather than gleaming white as from a far.
I found it very strange and sad the the architect Jorn Utzon never visited his masterpiece.
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