Sydney Day 6

No one can visit Sydney and not catch the ferry to Manly. Well, we can't. 

We walked through Hyde Park to catch a tram from Town Hall to Circular Quay. 

A path to nowhere. 

Gosh, R snapped a photo of a tram. Note the 'third rail' in the centre of the tracks where in most of George Street, the tram picks up power from the rail and not overhead wires. It was argued that overhead wires were ugly, but this surface power pick up system has not been reliable and when in thirty years the trams have to be replaced, the government will be on the back foot so far as purchase price, as it will need to buy the trams from the same manufacturer. 

We have made the ferry trip to Manly countless time, but every time we forget the ferry leaves from Wharf 3. 

These new ferries are faster than the old by about five minutes but are much smaller and less stable when near the harbour heads. I think at least the mega popular 11.00am Sunday service to Manly is run by one of the old larger ferries. Dr Catherine Hamlin as the ferry is named was a marvellous women who helped so many woman in Africa with obstetric fistula. 

The coathanger looking good.

I am pleased with this photo of the Opera House. 

Admiralty House is our Governor General's Sydney home, he being the King's Australian representative in Australia. Nice lawn. I wouldn't mind living there.

Zooming across the harbour.

The controversial Blues Point Tower behind and under the bridge blending it to its surroundings. 

Here we are at Manly. We brunched at Fusion Point, as is our want. 

It was a woman in this case, and I removed the photo before this because of the woman in a g string, or thong if you like. Before you ask, I don't want to see men wearing them on the beach either. Tantalising underwear can be good, but exposing the desired is not.

Looking north. 

Shark mouths? We returned to the Quay and trains weren't running between the Quay and Central. Replacement bus to Museum Station was indicated, but then a 333 bus arrived to take us closer to our hotel with a slight downhill walk rather than an uphill walk. 

Are we supposed to stop and admire this public art?

A neatly trimmed flowering hedge and I should know the name of the plant but it won't come to me. 

I no longer write a holiday point diary about we what have done. I rely on a combination of photo dates and Google Maps Timeline history, and all indicate once we back at our hotel, I did nothing in the afternoon while R rested. Maybe that was the day I took some view photos and refuse to admit I took a fall. This post is long enough already, so there will be a separate post about old man falling flat on his face.

So this Saturday was my birthday and it was arranged to meet Victor and C for dinner at Bill and Toni's Italian restaurant down the hill in East Sydney? Darlinghurst?

I think we all managed to get words in over dinner and it was a fun night. I think I chose a pizza but the food mattered not so much when in good company.

It was lively outside in Stanley Street. I didn't notice at the time that this woman was in my photo, but I rather like the result.  

I kind of recognise some faces in this photo at the restaurant, but I can't really name anyone.

To get to the restaurant was an easy and steep downhill walk. But what comes down, must go up! C walked up the the gentler hill of Riley Street to his bus stop and we were quickly back at our hotel. Logic denies this but it easier to walk up this less steep hill for a bit further and to a slightly higher elevation than the steep street we used to walk down.