New Zealand was wonderful, but it was nice to get back to the buzz of a big city again and Sydney is certainly big and buzzy. It's huge, at least twice the size of London for half the population. Situated on a beautiful harbour with interesting and well-balanced architecture it feels fresh, lively and impressive. In a soft evening sea-breeze we absorbed the delights of Darling Harbour illuminated by a million fairy lights. 
Next morning Nic went up the Sky Tower while I opted for an early morning stroll through Hyde Park and St. Margaret's Cathedral in the glorious sunshine before going onto the Gallery of NSW, where I figured becoming a conceptional artist might be interesting career move... speaking of which I am now 3 weeks from the scheduled end of my trip and the much-hoped for epiphany has not transpired. Time is running out.
Apparently, a trip on the Manly Ferry is must when in Sydney so off we headed. However, the picture we had in our heads of a long stroll on a sun-drenched beach followed by a leisurely dinner on the water stayed as an image in our heads. In reality the rain lashed and the wind howled and we sought refuge in a bar instead. Just as well the views of the Sydney skyline from the water were worth the trip.
Day three was more exhilaration than contemplation as we climbed the 53,000 tonnes of steel and 5 million hand-driven rivets combined to create the 500 metre span of the Sydney Harbour Bridge. Kitted out in star-trek jump suits and harnesses our efforts were rewarded by a spectacular Sydney sunset bathing the Opera House in a rosy glow while commuters in cars and ferries passed unaware 134 metres below us. Another stunning sunset, another adrenaline adventure.
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