
At the hostel I met up with Tasha (a friend who I’d met in New Zealand who was passing through on her way to the decadent East Coast) and we got the ferry over across Sydney harbour to Manly. The thought of a place called “Manly Beach” really cracked me up so I had to go there and flex my muscles on the golden sands. The locals showed their appreciation by not batting an eyelid. It’s quite a pretty little town and there’s a walk you can do up to some headland in a conservation area so we took a trip up there. We saw a big spider, a

nd as the walk really wasn’t that exciting I’m going to pretend it’s really poisonous just to spice things up a little, but in all honesty it could be perfectly harmless, but I certainly wasn’t going to play with it! We timed our ferry trip so as the sun went down we’d be just going past the harbour bridge and the skyline. I got a couple of good photos, but was doing so under pressure as I was trying to avoid giving money to a very poor Elvis impersonator who was harassing the good people on the ferry.
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