20 Pictures from a summer that won`t be forgotten- Part 2
The Sydney Opera House and Harbour Bridge. These are two sights not to be fucked around with. Our flight landed at 6:50am, after being in transit for over thirty hours. By 9am, we had walked the three kilometers from the hostel and we were here, and by definition we were HERE. Here, Australia. This place we had talked about, thought about, dreamed about. What single building defines it better than this one?
Sometimes those iconic places, which you've built up in your mind end up being disappointments. But not this one. Throughout our trip we wandered from the beaten path, wanted to take in those things that were not on the backpacker beaten trail. To get away from Happy Hour and drunken brits and Peter Pans. But this first day, I needed something like this.
This day was special. We saw penguins in the harbour. We saw seventy types of rare cacti. And we saw this bridge from every angle. We walked across it, at noon all the little workers from the big office buildings put on their running shoes and run across it, instead of eating lunch. We meandered through the modern neighbourhoods on the other side, and wondered how much it costs to buy a house where you can view the Opera House from your living room. We ended up in a park filled with poinsettas and guys down on their luck fishing for fish that I certainly wouldn't eat. You should see that water. And always, the view.
And the Opera House, it's tiled. Most people don't know that.
