Sunday 26 May 2024

New Zealand North Islanding - Part 1


There is no better way to travel the Land of the Long White Cloud

Hello NZ and hello Auckland!


Flying extra long!
It had been some time since I had really gone on a trip of note. The last time I was in a plane was when I flew down to Tassie for 5 days in June 2021, which was now nearly a year and a half ago. Covid really had put the brakes on travelling, that and the move to Australia. When when I lived in Spain, I would average 5 or 6 countries a year; I would drive to France for the weekend, grab a quick flight to Poland for Christmas, and spend July’s summer holidays in Romania, all without trying. Living in Australia, which is a very, very large place, makes travelling more of an ordeal - you can drive for an hour and still be in Sydney, and Australia’s second largest city, Melbourne, is over 1,000 kms away. All this makes it harder to travel to different countries, as it’s 8 hours to Singapore, 15 hours to the US, and nearly 24 hours to Europe. 






Air New Zealand turboprop taking off
However, much like the US, you have everything in the one country without ever having to leave the ground. As good as this is, it was time to get on a plane to fly to somewhere for a real holiday… and nothing says holiday like a Honeymoon! Yes, that’s right, I got married to my partner in February 2022, shortly after she was able to join me in Australia. We had to spend a year apart, caused by the pandemic and travel restrictions into Australia, but we were finally reunited. Although I’d been to NZ before (way back on 2007!), Agata had never been there, but it was always her dream… so that’s what we were going to do. Last time I spent a week driving around the South Island, but this time it was going to be double that, and both islands (with a ferry crossing in the middle). I have to say, there is no better way to travel the Land of the Long White Cloud than in a campervan. Not only is the country well setup for this, with van rentals extremely common (and not just with backpackers), but there are campsites everywhere, ranging from free (called wild campsites in NZ), to more commercial paid sites like you’d get around the world. I had already downloaded the Camping NZ app, got offline maps, and had scouted out a travel plan - we were very excited to be finally travelling again!


Auckland sure likes its big glass buildings

NZ's oldest brewery pub - great place for a beer!

Parts of Auckland have a distinct Sydney feel to them

Rotorua - known for its thermal pools
Our driving plan was to land in Auckland at night, stay one night, pick up the van the next day and the hit the road. I’d plotted out a rough plan, as we could stay anywhere we wanted with the camper, so no need to book accommodation. After Auckland would be Rotorua, famous for its stinky geothermal pools, then downwards through the middle of the North Island towards the capital city Wellington, stopping at beaches, mountains and lakes along the way. From there, it would be the ferry, then down the east coast to one of my most favourite places in New Zealand, Kaikoura, then to Christchurch, before heading down to Queenstown, and then into the real wilderness that is the fjordlands – Milford Sound, the glaciers, and everything nature. It would then be a long drive back up to the ferry, but to the North Island, and up again to Auckland. Why go back up you ask? Well, the flights were so cheap from Sydney to Auckland that it was cheaper to stay longer! 


The gardens of Rotorua
We both took Friday off work to get to the airport, and saved a little on flights as its cheaper to fly on weekdays. Airports are airports though, and so we checked in, found our gates, and waited (and then waited some more). When we could finally get on our plane, it was delayed by an hour as one passenger simply failed to turn up. We finally got under way, landing in Auckland around 6:30pm after a 3-hour flight and a 2-hour time difference. Excited to be off the plane and heading into the city for some grub before our one booked night in the city, we got to our bags, and again we were delayed. I have no idea what it was this time, but we waited so long for our bags, we were worried that we wouldn’t be able to get anything to eat once we finally got into the city. The PA system kept saying sorry about the bags, which made us feel a little bit better. After eventually getting our bags, we moved to customs, but there were more delays here – we watched with interest as sniffer dogs ran around all the bags, moving right past ours, sniffed a few more bags, then touched one with his nose and sat next to some poor guy’s bag. We’d had a long day, but I that guy was in for a much longer one! Some of the delay was because some people were flying onwards to Indonesia, and there had been a recent outbreak of foot and mouth. We got through the gate and out of the airport, jumping on a bus at just past 8pm and headed into the city. It had already been an ordeal, and hunger was starting to gnaw away at our bellies.

The geothermal pools at Rotorua

Kicking back at the spa

Our transport / hotel for the next 2 weeks

Ōhinemutu Māori Village
We got into the CBD, dropped off by the bus, then trudged up to our hotel for the night. Now, when I say hotel, I am using that word extremely loosely. So loosely, in fact, that Oxford would have a heart attack if I defined where we stayed as anything close to what their book of words says. It was cheap, close to the centre, and only for one night. Auckland is not a cheap city for accommodation – anything under $200 was either very budget (AKA a shithole) or a backpackers. We dropped our bags off, tried not to touch anything we didn’t have to, and headed out for dinner. It was, however, too late to get a proper meal, as it was late on a Friday and everyone was drinking. We grabbed some takeaway Mexican, sat by the harbour and felt better that at least we were not hungry anymore. Before going home to bed, we decided to stop for a drink or two, to relax, fill our bellies a bit more, and also make us care a little less where we were sleeping. We found a cool looking old-style pub called Shakespeare’s, which advertised itself to be New Zealand’s oldest brewery pub. They brewed their own beer, which turned out to be quite nice, and so we were sitting outside for out nightcap when we were approached by a friendly couple that wanted to share the table. We introduced ourselves, and Alan and Sheila, a local couple, were now out best friends in NZ! 


Māori art
We talked about everything, from their dog that they had in a box on the table, to everything NZ (including politics and whether Jacinda was doing a good job), and even the war in Ukraine. It was an interesting chat honestly, and Alan even bought us another drink to keep us there. Eventually we had to say goodnight (even though he was plying us with offers of cigarettes and more booze), and so we went home tipsy, happy, and sleepy enough not to care that much about our room. We got up early, packed out bags and left to get some breakfast before picking up our home and transport for the next 2 weeks. We didn’t have much time to talk around and explore Auckland before we had to head out, but we’d made sure we had 2 days here before leaving, so we went to get the van and start out adventure. We used an OLA car (like Uber) to be picked up and dropped off in the city, collecting our van. We checked in, inspected the van and all it came with, and then hit the road all smiles. The van was brightly painted on the outside, and fairly decently kitted out on the inside – camping cooker, gas, cutlery and utensils, bed and bedding, and even a portable chemical toilet that we refused to use even though it was clean… yes the guy opened it for us to inspect and make sure it was serviceable. A few photos later and we set off South to our first stop – Rotorua.

The green hills of New Zealand's North Island

Watersports on the lake

The shore of Lake Taupo

Parking at Lake Taupo
It was only a couple of hours drive from Auckland, and there was very little traffic, but we had to stop for petrol first as it was running low already. Apart from the fact that it started off below ¼ tank, I don’t think this van was going to do very well on the mileage, being a 2L auto. Anyway, it was what we had. Petrol here was the issue though – although there were plenty of petrol stations (in the North at least), the price per litre was more than $3, sometimes even $3.5, which was more than double Sydney prices. We drove into Rotorua, and immediately spelt the sulphur, which told us we were in the right place. Set on its namesake lake, Rotorua is famous for its geothermal activity and Māori culture, and we had a little time to explore before moving on to the next town – there are always time constraints, especially when you want to drive a country top to bottom (and back!). We parked and had a snack out of the back of the van using our little kitchenette (which included a sink and water pump), and headed right into see the smelly sulphur pools. What we found was steam / vapour drifting over the whole town, stinking the place up with a kind of rotten egg smell, but it’s surprising how quickly you get used to the smell. We entered Kuirau Park, the free and central place to see some of the pools and geysers, and didn’t see much to begin with, then the wind moved the steam (smoke? vapour? gas?) and we realised that we were right in the middle of it! 



A boat in Lake Taupo
There are wooden walkways all around the park, going over hot pools, and leading you around nicely. There were times that we were completely surrounded by the white mist (fog?) of the pools, hiding even the sky, then it would blow away and you’d see everything again. Some pools were extremely hot and would have burnt you had you touched the water, but there was a free thermal foot bath in the centre of the park which we sat at and dunked our feet in for a bit and enjoyed the sunshine. The rest of the park was very green and grassy, with plenty of trees and picnic areas, so it is a great place to have lunch. We explored a little more before heading down towards the lake to look at Ōhinemutu Māori Village, a place where people have been living since around 1350AD after journeying from Hawaiiki, modern-day Polynesia. There is a traditional Māori meeting house in the village, named Tamatekapua, but it was closed to the general public, so instead we walked around and admired it from the outside. It sat right on the lake, and was beautifully carved and inlaid with paua shells, which are very typical from New Zealand, and was also part of a cemetery and war memorial. There were also little Māori statues everywhere, called Toi Whakairo, each a little differently coloured and shaped, but all with those shiny shells as eyes. The lake where the village is located is also geothermic, and steamed away beautifully, but with the breeze from the water you couldn’t really smell anything (either that or I’d gotten used to it already). Although there were more thermal pools to see, we didn’t have time, so we went back to the van and headed off to our next town and place of rest for the night: Taupo. If I ever make it back to Rotarua, I will have to visit the big geyser (which was closed by the time we got there) and the Redwood Treewalk – there is just never enough time for everything!

Watching the wildlife

Sunset on Lake Taupo

It just keeps getting better


Sunrise or sunset... not sure, but it's beautiful
The town of Taupo, which sits on the vast lake of the same name, was out last stop for the day. We pulled up at the top of the hill to stop and enjoy the sun setting, which cast a dramatic light over the lake and town. There was just a little bit of drizzle around too, so a rainbow was out and showing off, and with the clouds behind us, it was almost magical. We drove into town, parked, and went for a walk immediately, wanting to enjoy the light before it was lost. Taupo sits pretty much smack bang in the middle of the North Island, and is also on the edge of a volcanic caldera, which is the huge hole that is left after a volcano blows itself apart. So, the lake was one big volcano, but there are others on the North Island, and I’m sure I could see one from town even. Tomorrow we’d be heading off further south and stopping at the Tongariro National Park where there are active volcanoes. We had a bit of dinner and a beer at a bar on the lake’s edge, relaxing after a long day of driving 320kms with only a few stops. Sadly, most of the town was full of fast food outlets like MacDonald’s and KFC, but there was still a little bit of a lake town charm, if only on the waterfront. We finished out meal and drinks and headed back to our campervan for the night. We stayed at a free site, which didn’t have any facilities, but we were so tired it didn’t matter. It also rained overnight, so we just went straight to sleep to be ready for the morning. That was three days done in New Zealand already and we’d barely scratched the surface – but not too bad so far really, lakes, volcanoes, good weather, sulphur feet washing, and plenty of green landscapes. New Zealand, bring more of this on!

A great first 3 days in NZ!


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Sunday 19 May 2024

Kiama to Gerringong Coastal Walk

 

One of Australia’s most scenic walks
Looking south from Stanwell Tops


The Sea Cliff Bridge
September means the start of Spring in the Southern Hemisphere, so that means it’s time for so longer walking here in Sydney. Before I get started though, I need to mention how the seasons are tracked differently in Australia to Europe. In Australia, like the rest of the world, seasons are 3 months long, but in Europe, they mark the beginning and the end of them differently. Spring in Australia starts on the 1st of September, and ends with November, with summer starting on the first day of December. Simple. However, in Europe Autumn runs from the 23rd of September to 21 December 2023, which is based on the equinoxes (Spring and Autumn) and solstices (Summer and Winter). I always argued with people in Spain about when seasons started, as they follow the European way, and I had always known the simple 3 month to a season system. I know that the European way is probably the more accurate way of measuring, as it actually runs with the distance of the Earth from the Sun that actually determines the seasons, but I much prefer the easy way. Anyway, just a little factoid for anyone that is interested. So it was Spring in Australia, and with the days getting longer and the weather warming up a little, I decided it would be time for a longer walk. We’d already done plenty of walking along the coast in Sydney, but this time the walk would be a little further. Starting at Kiama, we were walking 2 sections of the Kiama Walk, the Mid Section from the Kiama Blowhole to Loves Bay, as well as the South Section, finishing at Gerringong. The Kiama Walk website says both parts are about 11 kms in total, and while stating that the grade is medium-hard, I think we could do it quite easily. Although I’d been to Kiama many times before (but not in ages), I had never done any part of this walk before, so a whole new coastal walk and whole new experience. The website also says that this walk is ‘one of Australia’s most scenic walks,’ and so it was looking forward to it even more!

Rock fishermen living on the edge

You can walk all around this amazing bridge - even under it!

Walking the Sea Cliff Bridge

It was an early start to the day - but what a sunrise!
For the sake of storytelling, I am going to combine a short day trip in the car done after the longer walk we did. The reason for this is because if you are driving to Kiama to do this walk, you must drive the more scenic and coastal road along the Sea Cliff Bridge. We did the walk before we had a car - we bought our great little Corolla in Dec 2022, a few months before this walk, and so missed out on this part of the trip because we were going by train. We left our house and jumped on the Prince’s Highway (which many people think is called the Princess highway), which runs south and out of the city. This big road starts at the edge of Newtown (our part of town) and runs all the way through suburbs like Rockdale and Kogarah, crossing over the George’s River via the Tom Ugly’s Bridge (named after the bit of land on the north side of the bridge, and possibly a guy called Tom Huxley 80 years before the 1927 bridge was built), and over into the Sutherland Shire. You keep going down past the Royal National Park on your right, but at this stage you’re still in Sydney – you don’t leave the city until you’re past Waterfall and meet endless trees either side of the road.  from freak waves.


Waiting for the blowhole to blow
The Royal National Park forms part of Sydney’s national park system, made up of half a dozen or so within the boundaries of the city – it includes the Sydney Harbour, Ku-ring-gai Chase, Botany Bay, and Lane Cove National Parks. The Royal though, was established in 1879, making it the world's second-oldest national park, but I will leave that adventure for another post. Today we headed out of the city, turned off the highway at Stanwell Tops, named this because of view from the top of the cliff (and maybe some guy called Stanwell as well). It’s from here that you can park your car, get out, and see all the way down the coast towards Wollongong. Such an amazing view, it always brings people no matter the weather, and I usually stop here before a big drive down the coast. I took a few pics, then we got back in the car and drove down through what seemed like a rainforest, and then joined up with the Grand Pacific Drive. This was the road that everyone took before the big main highway was built, and it winds its way around the coast, and is very scenic. The Sea Cliff Bridge was built in 2003, costing $52m and its main purpose was to allow cars to drive along the road without the risk of falling rocks, which was an issue with the old road that hugged the cliffs. We parked and walked along this bridge, admiring the views and the engineering feat. Its 40m above the crashing Pacific Ocean, and is just under 500m one way. The whole area around the bridge is beautiful, and if you have the time, explore a little more under and around the bridge too – but be careful on the rocks, lots of rock fisherman get washed off all the time from the freak waves.

Kiama is still mainly a fishing town

The rocky coast of Kiama

Watching the waves

Cheeky Corellas in Kiama
So that was a day trip a few months after Kiama, but it can be done with the same walk if you have car – just keep heading south. Back in September though, we got the train from Central down to Kiama, roughly 2.5 hours, to start our walk. It was an early start, early enough to see the sunrise from our balcony before heading to the station, and a nice train ride as well, especially when snippets of towns like Coaldale and Coalcliff are visible through the window, with the ever-present blue of the Pacific in the background. Kiama is a town on the South Coast of Sydney, and one that has very pleasant memories for me. As a kid, I would often come down here with my dad, feed the pelicans and see the blowhole. It was also a stopping point to another beachside town, Culburra, where I used to spend the school holidays with my grandmother and her sister-in-law. So all in all, one of my favourite places – although there is nothing particular special about it compared to other towns, there is for me. It hasn’t changed that much over the years either, which is a good thing, as the small shop-lined main street is charming, with a healthy mix of craft stores, independent fast-food places, a pub, and a historic building. On the other side of the road is the ocean, with grassy areas for relaxing on the foreshore. 


The relentless waves of Kiama and the South Coast
When in Kiama, if you don’t do anything else (and there’s not much to do otherwise), you should visit the famous Kiama Blowhole! The hole in the rocks, which is 2.5m wide, is the source of the attraction, as when the tide is just right, a stream of sea water shoots up to 30m above the rocks. This makes it the world’s largest blowhole (something I did not know before writing this), first seen by Europeans in 1797 by a whaler, and has attracted visitors for over 100 years and now has over 900,000 tourist visits a year. The weather was overcast, and the waves weren’t quite right, so we didn’t get to see anything above 5m, but I was not disappointed, as I just love Kiama. Some other people, however, were very disappointed, and every time they put their selfies stick down, a jet of water would shoot up behind them, and they’d miss it. The plume of water is created by the shape of the rock underneath the surface, where a large bowl or reservoir chamber fills up with water from the incoming surf, and then when that pushes back against the next big wave, there is nowhere else to go but up. This process is invisible to the viewers waiting for it to happen, but you hear the great thuuuaaamp as the waves come in and collide. The rock formation here is very interesting, and if you look hard enough, you can see that they are not ordinary rocks – the shape is something like The Giant’s Causeway with 6-sided basalt columns pushing up from the ocean. We continued on the walk, passing the lighthouse which stands guard over the rocky coast, and some noisy corellas playing on the grass.


Swim at your own risk!

Clouds over Kiama

Watching the Little Blow Hole

Perfect place for a picnic

Some people come here to sit and watch the waves, others to take photos of the blowhole, a few even for yoga/tai chi/meditation, but a lot of walkers come here too, just as we had. Following the coastal path, you can clearly see that the coastline here was formed by volcanic activity, even for a novice geologist like myself. Even though I haven’t been to Hawaii, I have seen photos, and Kiama looks a lot like what I’ve seen – dark volcanic rock, that once bubbles down from the volcanoes into the sea, with dark soil and vibrant green plants. Even the weather here is in a micro-climate, as it feels more humid that a coastal area should, but then again Kiama is squashed between the great Pacific and heavily forested hills – it rains often, but is hot and humid, so no wonder the South Coast is always so green (and makes great land for dairy!). Doing a bit of research after the visit, I discovered that there were volcanoes here – two in fact, which erupted from the Saddleback Mountain near Kiama 66 million and 200 million years ago (the second being before the dinosaurs even, give or take a few million years!).


Cliff walking
We walked past Kiama Surf Beach, which is aptly named as I think it looked a bit dangerous for swimming, and then Kendall’s Beach. The beaches here are beautiful, with jet blue waters and curling waves, yet dangerous, and there is signage warning of this. We continued around the headland towards the Little Blowhole, the little sister to Kiama’s. Although smaller (as the name suggests), it was quite active and made regular eruptions, surprising me and the people that had gathered to see it. There was no loud noise as the water came in, and there were also no barriers, so people got quite close and quite surprised when it went off, wetting them completely. The whole area was populated with First Nations People before the Europeans settled here, with the landscape of thick forest and abundant sea providing all for them. After colonisation, the Europeans also realised the potential of this area, cutting down the huge trees that grew here, thick rainforest plants and tall gums, creating farmland. This ended a way of life that had existed for thousands of years. Today, while there are still plenty of farms and cleared land, there is still large chunks of greenery, and although there are now towns, roads and rail along the coastline, there is still plenty of nature from the coast to the mountains.


An architect's dream home

The New South of Wales

Ocean. cliff and trail

This area's microclimate makes it so green

From beaches and blowholes, we moved onto large cliffs and rolling green hills. If the first part of the walk felt like Hawaii, then this part felt like Pembrokeshire, on the South Coast of Wales. Every wonder about the entomology of some places, especially in a country like Australia that was colonised by the British? Look no further than names from the Old Country – explorers must has walked the south coast of Wales, then here, and felt right at home, and hence the name New South (of) Wales. Loves Bay is stunning, with the backdrop of grassy green hills and the deep blue of the ocean. Huge basalt cliffs drop into the ocean, with the waves unceasingly smashing for all they’re worth into the rock, trying to bring the cliffs down into the water. We continued walking, following the small weathered path that you can see both right in front of you and way off in the distance, going right over the next hill. This part of the coast could almost make you feel like there was nobody else in the world, like you were walking a virgin part of the earth. That, or you had accidently walked into Jurassic Park, and soon there would be a great herd of dinosaurs rushing across the grasslands, being chased by a lone T-Rex. 


Basalt cliffs of the South Coast

Thankfully, there were only a few cows and some birds, not T-Rex or Pterodactyls, and civilization was also just around the corner in the form of Gerringong, and more importantly, lunch and beer! I had read that if you spend $20 or more on lunch at the Gerringong Bowlo, they courtesy bus would take you back to Kiama station. How could you say now to either of those – food, beer AND a free ride to the station. We staggered in, quite tired and fairly sweaty too I might add, but the staff at the club were very friendly, and still serving food… just! I had an amazing beef and bacon burger, washed down with a couple of cold ones, made all the better by having just walked 16kms. The website advised 11kms for 3.5 hours, but we done 5 kms more for a total of 4 hours and 15 minutes. Not sure where those extra K’s came from, but it was a great walk and easy enough too. After lunch, we got our ride to the station, which is only the next town away. We got taken on the scenic route, as the driver had to drop a few guys off at a house at the top of a hill for a bucks party, but we didn’t mind as the view was great. We got the train without much of a wait, found our seat and chilled for the ride back to the city. Next time we will have to do the Kiama to Minnamurra River part of the walk.


Beautiful Gerringong - the end of the walk


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MyUncleTravellingMatt. September 2022.







Sunday 28 January 2024

Winter Walking

Sydneysider are so lucky to have mild winters

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Winter in Sydney be like
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Calm day on Middle Harbour
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Looking at how the other half live

When its winter, you think of cold temperatures, rainy days, dark afternoons, and even snow… but not in Sydney! Winter doesn’t mean that you can’t go out and do anything; in fact, the weather had been even better than the summer in January and February (La Niña ruined that for us), so that meant it was time to do some walking. For this trip, we thought a day walking in July on the North side of the harbour would be good, starting at the Spit Bridge in Mosman and ending up in Manly. We caught a bus from Wynyard in Sydney’s CBD, crossed over the iconic Harbour Bridge and headed North into some of Sydney’s more exclusive neighbourhoods. Once of the suburbs, Mosman, is well known for its luxury homes, wealthy residents and sea views that the rest of us can only imagine having every day. The good thing is, you can have it every day in Sydney, and with only the price of a bus ticket! The Spit Bridge, named not after that disgusting habit but instead the ‘spit’ of land that sticks out in Middle Harbour, was built in 1958 and crosses over a beautiful part of Sydney Harbour from Mosman to Seaforth. The bridge doesn’t look like much, just plain old concrete and steel, and nothing compared so some of the other bridges in this city. While it is every driver’s bane during peak hour, it also has a curious secret – it lifts up in the middle. It’s rare to see a bridge like this, where one ‘arm’ lifts up to a really steep angle, completely stopping traffic both directions, allowing tall boats to go through at scheduled times of the day. The reason why drivers hate it is because of the opening, which causes traffic to bank up for more than 15 minutes before returning to a normal flow. There are also speed cameras placed on either side of the bridge, getting you when you go down. It was built to replace a punt (first hand pulled and later steam) that crossed the waterway, listed on the heritage and conservation list for NSW 2003, and was planned to be superseded by a $3b tunnel in 2014, which has since fallen through. This is where we would start our 10km walk to Manly. We hopped off the bus, crossed the bridge (without seeing it open unfortunately), and joined the path along Middle Harbour. Starting was hard, not because of the difficulty of the walk, but because it’s such a beautiful spot! Houses holding on to very steep land for the best view, which is the sparkling water of the harbour, edged by lush parklands on either side, and boats bobbing gently on its surface. There were people out and about, playing with dogs, having picnics, and just enjoy a beautiful Sydney weekend.


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The Spit to Manly walk is picturesque

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Castle Rock Beach

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Hornby Lighthouse at Watson's Bay

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Walking from The Spit to Manly
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Had to get one in with that view

We walked past Clontarf beach and then through Clontarf Reserve, which is a wonderful place for a gathering on a sunny weekend, and today it was packed. It may have been winter, but everyone was in summer clothes, having BBQs, taking a dip in the water even, so don’t bother telling anyone it what season it was! If you’re worried about sharks and other nasties, Clontarf beach is netted, like some other harbour beaches, so you can swim worry-free. We followed the path around towards Castle Rock Beach, which is a stunning little cove with a beach. There wouldn’t be room for a large family even, but it makes a great little spot, half hidden away from the path and just about everything else. It also has amazing views across the harbour, to huge houses made of glass, while boats cruise past you on the calm Middle Harbour waters. You could honestly believe you were somewhere on the Mediterranean. Now, I know I have mentioned Middle Harbour a few times, so I think I need to explain what it actually is. Everyone knows Sydney Harbour, iconic, beautiful, traversed by The Bridge and watched by The House. What makes the harbour a harbour are the heads, North and South respectively, which open it up to the Pacific Ocean. Just after this opening, a headland (Middle Harbour) splits the harbour into two, one heading towards the CBD, the other curving up North West towards Mosman, Castlecrag and Castle Cove, and eventually feeding into the Garigal National Park. Basically though, anything on Middle Harbour is expensive and exclusive, somewhere I could never afford to live, and only come to when doing walks like this. That said, it is a lovely part of the city… hence why there is the demand to live here. We didn’t stop for a swim at the beach, as we came for walking not dipping, and walked on to see the Aboriginal Carvings at Grotto Point, passing through what looked like and felt like a rainforest – ferns covered the ground while eucalypts soared high into the sky. Back up the top of the hill at the carvings, you can see rock carvings of fish, kangaroos, and people, all chiselled into the stone by the First Nations people. I’m not sure how old they are, or whether they have even been dated, but they would be at least 200 years old and most likely into the 1,000s, as people have been living in the Sydney basin for a very, very long time.


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View of the city over Middle Head

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What a view!

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Just a lizard on a rock waiting for food

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A bit of a jungle on Sydney harbour
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Some of the locals watching us go by

Back on the path after seeing the carvings and taking a few pictures, we stopped at Dobroyd Head for a look at Manly. This was out first glimpse of Manly from our walk, and it is always exciting to see the finishing point, even if we were only half way there. Not only could you see the harbour suburb peeking from around the corner, but you got the most stunning view of the Heads, ferries going back and forth from the city, as well as the CBD itself poking out over the big outcropping of Middle Harbour. From this high vantage point, you can also see Hornby Lighthouse and Watson’s Bay way off on South Head. We figured this was the best view of the whole walk and so stopped for some snacks and water. The view was more than 180 degrees and it was hard to choose what to look at; left was Manly, both harbour beach and on the ocean beach on the other side of the peninsula, ferries and boats in the middle, and Watson's bay to the right. The picnic was promptly interrupted by a large orange lizard who had snuck up to us and appeared to be staring at our food (we weren’t looking at the ground obviously!). I decided to offer some apple, as I didn’t have any insects handy (and assumed fruit was a safe bet), and he ate it right out of my hands! Although he had quite the Velociraptor look about him, with very intense eyes and ridges going down the back of his head and neck, he was calm, quiet, and almost friendly (for a lizard). I left another piece for him, took a few pics, and then continued on. We walked past another beautiful and secluded beach with netting called Forty Baskets Beach, making mental notes to make sure we come back for a swim. From here, not only do you have a place to swim, but also a sweeping view of the harbour. We weren’t far away from Manly, and so we rushed on, eager for lunch and beer. A little patch of green that’s always busy is the North Harbour Reserve, but it also has a dangerous little secret. The tide waters rush up into the little inlet, coming in so quickly and unbelievably that it catches many walkers out, making them scramble for the rocks, run backwards to the safety of the sand, or get wet feet and a picture taken of them by onlookers. I made it across, but some of the people we were walking with weren’t so lucky (including my wife). I tried to warn her, but the water comes in so quickly and the path is pretty much rocks and sand. Luckily, she didn’t get too wet and joined me soon enough. Our marriage will survive.


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Fisherman in Manly

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Just one of the many coves in Sydneyt Harbour

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Looking out from Dobroyd Head

We walked the last kilometre towards Manly, admiring the strip of harbour beach and the towering Norfolk Island Pines that line it. It is a beautiful spot here, with a harbour beach on one side and the sweeping ocean beach on another. The downside to Manly to is that it’s very popular. This may not be a negative for some people, but not being able to walk in a straight line, queues for every food outlet or tables at a pub, is a little annoying for me. Anyway, it had been a good walk and it was time to eat and relax. Unsure of what to eat and where to go, we grabbed a beer at the Hotel Steyne, a grand old pub right on the esplanade and opposite the beach, before getting some takeaway fish and chips to eat on the grass (as the pub was super busy). The only thing left to do was get a ferry back to the city, which I always enjoy doing. While on the ferry, we planned another walk along the coast, so long as this wonderful winter weather held out.


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Coogee Surf Life Saving Club

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Coogee Beach from the South

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Rock fisherman playing a dangerous game

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Danger danger
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Swim, it's safe, don't worry

As it turned out, July and August were very mild, and very sunny too, and we were taking full advantage of it - time to do another Winter walk in the city! We had already walked Rose Bay to Watson’s Bay, the Spit the Manly walk, as well as Bondi to Coogee on a number of occasions, so we this time it was the next leg of that coastal walk – Coogee to Little Bay. As it was a sunny Saturday, and also that our finishing point was way past our starting point, we decided to use public transport – parking in Sydney, especially anywhere near the popular beaches is a nightmare (and rarely free). The 370 bus took us straight from our front doorstep and dropped us off across the road from Coogee Beach. Even though it was August, the beach was busy - people were swimming and surfing, as well as having picnics and BBQs on the grassy area. A great thing about so many of these public spaces, like beaches and campsites, is that you get free electric barbecues to use – they are cleaned regularly by the council, with most people leaving them clean after use as well. The cafes were busy, so were the fast-food joints and the pubs, but we headed straight for the boulevard on the beach and the start of the walk. The starting point is the Coogee Surf Life Saving Club that sits out on a little rocky outcropping, and has a great view back over the beach. Right underneath the club is the Ross Jones Rockpool, which was built in the 1940s, and is one of many ocean pools in the city. This pool has low walls separating the pool from the surf, but it does have small castle-like concrete battlements to break up the waves before they hit the pool. Small but cute, this is popular spot for swimmers of all ages. If you like rock pools where you can either swim in the sheltered pool, or have free access to the ocean to jump in, there are so many around Sydney – Bronte is another (yet extremely popular and often very crowded) option, but others include Freshwater (a real favourite of mine), Cronulla, as well as Clovelly.


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The cliffs at Malabar Headland National Park

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Rock formations made by wind and rain


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Rugged up and enjoying the day

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Little Bay beach
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Another great rock pool in Sydney

We started the walk in earnest after a few photos and time admiring the view from the Surf Life Saving Club, heading up the hill and along the set path. Within minutes you could easily forget you were in the city – wide blue ocean to your left, green shrubbery all around, and an occasional large house peeking out above the tree line to your right. All of the coastline has huge rocky cliffs, sometimes so high you could feel a little vertigo, and at other times with easy access to the water. There are numerous signs around here along the path, warning rock fisherman of the dangers of their sport, as well as warning people in general not to go too close to the edge of the cliff. I even saw a sign which had totalled up deaths in the area, written in Chinese, Vietnamese, and Korean (as well as in English). Yet, people continue to not read the signs, get ever closer to the cliffs (for fishing or selfies), and then fall and die or get seriously injured. We continued on and walked past more rock pools, and then to the headland just before Maroubra Beach. These cliffs are quite high, and although most people don’t realise, have submerged caves underneath them. You would only really know this if you had been scuba diving, which I have. It’s a great location, as it’s so close to the beach, not far from Sydney Harbour, and the best part of it is that there is a colony of Grey Nurse Sharks here. I know what you’re thinking, scuba diving with sharks, isn’t that dangerous? Well, not these ones – Grey Nurse sharks are the ones you see in aquariums, slowly circling around and looking bored, and are pretty much harmless to humans as they are so unbothered. Sharks are sorely understood, which causes fear and hunting, rather than education and appreciation; over a third of shark species are under threat of extinction around the world because of this. Anyway, back to the beach and the walk! Maroubra beach starts from a high cliff on the North side, and comes down into a large crescent-shaped flat of sand, spotted with rocky outcrops which break up some of the surf for swimmers. It’s a known surfers beach because its so open and has plenty of waves. The South side of the beach turns a little wilder, with the buildings ending and wild grasses and the more natural beach takes over. There is so much space here, as it’s not as popular as Bondi or Coogee, and is a lovely spot for swimming, surfing, picnicking and just enjoying the weather. An interesting thing about Maroubra is the Rubik’s Cube artwork. It appeared mysteriously overnight in 2009, when someone came in and painted over a concrete stormwater drain, making it the largest Rubik’s Cube in the world (fact check if you want… I just made that up). It was there until 2023, when someone came and repainted the cube and solved the puzzle, adding more mystery to it. The thing that is making people think is that the original cube was not actually solvable!


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Maroubra Beach looking South
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So many beaches...

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Maroubra and the now solved Rubik's Cube
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Still in the city... can you believe it?
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A spot of golf (with an ocean view)

We continued walking past South Maroubra and another rockpool, and up into the Malabar Headland National Park, a big rocky outcropping between Maroubra and Malabar beaches. On the way, there were a couple of interesting signs: South Maroubra had one that warned against ‘strong currents, unexpected large waves, shallow water, drop off, and… snakes!’ Still want to swim in Sydney? This part of walk had walkways built just above the rock, protecting and environment while making it nice and easy to walk. There were rock fisherman everywhere down below, ignoring the rough waves pounding the coast, hoping to catch dinner (and not get washed off). Walking right onto Boora Point, the rick stood high over the water and reminded of part of the Royal National Park in Sydney. The coast of Australia is a beautiful and unique sight, and the sandstone cliffs are unique. With wind and water erosion, from both rain and the ocean, the soft cliffs are carved and sculpted into the most interesting shapes. The cliffs tend to look like they have a big bite taken out of them, with the parts closest to the waterline being protected from the bigger waves, and the top turning into an overhang that will eventually fall into the sea below. One rock formation that we passed had the most interesting pattern carved into it, caused naturally by the wind and rain, and looked like a beehive, or even a sandstone-garden maze. Sitting on top of one of these outcroppings, overlooking the deep blue sea is amazing – fresh salty air in your face, the waves crashing below, and the noise of the city far behind you. Continuing on down and past little Malabar beach (and another rockpool), we walked up and through Randwick golf course and down to our last beach, Little Bay. This small, cute beach is beautiful, calm and inviting. Despite the freak shark attack here in February 2022, I would still come here for a swim. We didn’t swim today though, and feeling a little tired from the walk, decided to go and have some brunch instead. With a coffee and some fish and chips, we felt so much better and refreshed, nearly ready to head back the other way and walk to Coogee! We got the bus home instead, but had enjoyed the walk thoroughly. Sydney is so lucky to have mild winters, it just makes life more liveable and more enjoyable. I sometime miss the colder, European winters, and as much as I like snow, I don’t think I could handle it for 6 months of the year before seeing grass or being able to go to the beach. What a wonderful Winter - sun, sand and sea!


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Stunning Sydney!

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