My agenda for today included exploring Sydney’s Botanical Gardens, Opera House, and National Gallery. I roused from my slumber around 10 am, intending to kickstart the day by heading to the library and updating my website. In Macquarie, I discovered a new method for uploading content using Filezilla (FTP program). However, my plans hit a snag at the library when I realized that all FTP connections were blocked. Despite my attempt to investigate proxies, I found myself too disinterested to navigate the intricacies of bypassing the blockade.
After conducting some internet research, I eventually departed from the library. It occurred to me that bringing my camera along would be a great idea, allowing me to capture some shots of the Sydney Eye Hospital situated next to the library. Its architecture resembled that of a sophisticated hotel.
Around noon, I returned to the hostel and made up my mind to explore both the Botanical Gardens and the National Gallery in the afternoon. Given that the National Gallery had free admission, it was a must-see. Since Daniel was preoccupied with various tasks today, I didn’t bother inviting him to join. Expecting to be back within an hour, I ended up being away for almost three hours.
Sydney’s Botanical Gardens
I headed to Sydney’s Botanical Gardens first, appreciating its close proximity to the Elephant Backpackers hostel—the one positive highlight of the accommodation. Thanks to the automatic walkway, the hostel was conveniently near the CBD, just a 10-minute walk from Kings Cross, and in close proximity to both the Botanical Gardens and the National Gallery.
Under a cloudy and drizzly sky, the current moment was dry, and I crossed my fingers that it would remain so until I entered the National Gallery. Passing by the National Gallery, I entered Sydney’s Botanical Gardens through its entrance gate. At an information stand, I requested a map from a helpful lady. She briefed me on the notable attractions, and swiftly, I formulated a plan.
Opting to stroll towards the glasshouse, I found its interior lacking in points of interest, possibly reserved for a later wedding reception. Notably, it stood as one of the oldest glasshouses in New South Wales, adding a unique touch. After a brief peek through the windows, I directed my steps towards the bay, where people lounged on the grass, savoring their weekend.
Seated on a park bench, I indulged in my usual routine of staring at my phone, finding solace in the act of relaxation. After a brief 5-minute break, I ambled towards the waterside, capturing a few snapshots of the scenery.
The Opera House
Opting to stroll towards the Opera House, initially thinking it would be pleasant to admire from a distance, I recalled Daniel mentioning his underwhelming experience inside during a tour. However, as the weather shifted and the sun reappeared, a renewed sense of wonder enveloped me. The familiar ‘wow’ feeling returned, marveling at the incredible architectural prowess of mankind. The genius of the architect behind this creation was truly astounding.
Incredible to finally be here. How many times had I glimpsed this structure on TV or the internet? Now, standing on-site, I not only recognized the iconic locations and surroundings but also reveled in the intricate details. Surprisingly, the Opera House revealed different sections, dispelling my previous notion of it being one cohesive structure. It amused me how the exterior showcased a beautiful white facade, while the interior unfolded as a plain expanse of concrete.
Harbour Bridge
I thoroughly enjoyed strolling through the area, relishing the opportunity to run my fingers along the building’s stones and sneak a peek inside. Eventually, I wandered around, basking in the captivating scenery. The cityscape and the mesmerizing view of the Harbour Bridge were nothing short of amazing. Finally, I obtained a clear vantage point of the bridge, tracing the path I had taken a few days prior.
I stood, savoring the warmth of the sunlight, and once again, I gazed at the captivating Sydney skyline—an ode to the beauty of this city. In my thoughts, I bid farewell to this enchanting place, knowing that I would depart tomorrow. Spending a total of 30 minutes at the Opera House, I retraced my steps to Sydney’s Botanical Gardens, where I reveled in the blossoming flowers and lush parks. The atmosphere was strikingly different from 45 minutes prior, now bathed in the gentle glow of the sun.
Mrs Macquaries Point
Returning to the bay’s viewing point, my gaze fixed on a distant sight. It was Mrs. Macquaries Point, the spot where we captured night pictures of Sydney on my second day in the city. A remarkable location for snapping shots of the Harbour Bridge, the Opera House, and the striking Sydney skyline.
Continuing my journey through Sydney’s Botanical Gardens, I took a seat and immersed myself in the surrounding nature. It was in that moment that I recognized my deep affection for parks and botanical gardens nestled within bustling metropolises.
The National Gallery of Sydney
Exiting Sydney’s Botanical Gardens, I headed towards the National Gallery. An opportunity for a free exhibition was too good to pass up, I reasoned. It would be regrettable to miss out on something so close to my hostel. The exterior of the building was already striking, but the true marvel awaited inside—art, truly incredible art.
Initially thinking photography wasn’t allowed in the art gallery, I observed numerous Asian visitors taking countless pictures. Curiosity led me to inquire with a guard who assured me it was permissible. Armed with permission, I proceeded to capture another 100 photos. The gallery housed truly astonishing art pieces, leaving me in awe. Some pieces resonated with me deeply, while others left me pondering why they earned the title of art. Nonetheless, I acknowledged that everyone’s taste varies.
I spent approximately 40 minutes there before heading back to the hostel. After a brief ten-minute relaxation on my bed, Daniel entered the room, having sorted out all his tasks, with only final packing remaining. I informed him about the upcoming time change that night, though uncertainty lingered—whether the clock would move forward or backward. It struck me as odd that this change occurred two weeks later than in Europe, and even stranger that the information seemed unknown to many. A quick internet search revealed that the clock would, in fact, go back by an hour, but Daniel remained unsure, as conflicting information from others suggested it might go forward.
Last Night in Sydney
Around 6 or 7 pm, I took a shower and shaved to prepare for the night ahead. We had plans to go out, and I was eagerly anticipating it. Michele was set to join us but mentioned meeting up later. Jeong dropped by our room, expressing his interest in joining us, and, of course, we welcomed him along.
At approximately 8:30 pm, we arranged to meet Marius and Asgeir at the city hall in the CBD. They arrived 20 minutes later, accompanied by their friend Andrew from Russia. Andrew, with his cool demeanor, seemed to blend an American look with a distinct Russian accent. Another addition to our group was Sven, a fellow resident from our hostel. Opting for a change from fast food joints, we collectively decided on a fancier dining experience, seeking out a nice pub for our evening meal.
The Hard Rock Cafe
Following a 10-minute stroll, we stumbled upon a pub, but it was packed with no available tables. We decided to move on and continued walking. Our journey led us to Darling Harbour, but the prices at the establishments there were exorbitant. Eventually, we opted for the Hard Rock Cafe for our meal, acknowledging that, regardless of the venue, it was going to be expensive. Personally, budget concerns were not an issue for me—I had planned for this night and was comfortable spending up to 200 dollars without any problems.
Upon entering the Hard Rock Cafe, we encountered a queue and had to wait patiently for a table to open up. The waiter provided us with a blue beacon device that would illuminate when our table was ready.
Rather than lingering awkwardly, we decided to head to the bar section and take a seat. We ordered beers and engaged in conversation. I discussed Bali and my blog with Marius and Asgeir. They were studying in Sydney and shared their plan to make a stop in Bangkok on their way back to Norway before catching a flight to Bali.
International Conversations
Discussing Bali and Indonesia felt surreal, as if recounting a magical event from years past, though it had only been a month. It’s astounding how incredible this journey has been so far, with the promise of much more to come.
After an hour, we were finally seated, and needless to say, the atmosphere was delightful. Everyone was hungry and in high spirits. It’s peculiar how a diverse group of international people always manages to get along so well. Despite our different backgrounds, we shared countless experiences, making the conversation flow endlessly. I relished the moment, no longer concerned about the cost. I ordered beers as if I were in the Netherlands, and why not indulge in a $35 Salmon dish? Yes, it’s pricey, but perhaps that’s what made it even more delectable. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Following our dinner, we aimlessly strolled around Darling Harbour with no particular destination in mind. Eventually, we collectively decided to head to King’s Cross. Personally, I thought it might not be the best idea, but I kept my reservations to myself. After all, it was Daniel’s party, and there was a certain enjoyment in letting someone else take charge, haha. As the night progressed, I became a bit tipsy and engaged in lively conversations with Jeong, particularly about South Korean girls. I couldn’t resist playfully guessing the nationality of passing girls, often asking if they were South Korean. To add to the fun, I tried practicing some Korean words with Jeong, although I regretted forgetting half of them.
King’s Cross
Upon reaching Kings Cross, we reluctantly entered a lackluster bar, as all the vibrant ones were jam-packed. The fatigue from our walk had settled in, and everyone seemed ready to head back to their respective accommodations. Andrew had already departed in the CBD, so we bid farewell to Marius and Asgeir, who planned to grab a cab back to their hostel. The rest of us—Daniel, Sven, Jeong, and I—made our way back to our hostel. Upon our return, we discovered our two German roommates, who had been with us for the past two days, fast asleep on a Saturday night, an unusual occurrence for Sydney nightlife. In the corridor, I said my goodbyes to Daniel, expressing gratitude for everything. It was kind of cool to have met him at the beginning of his East Coast trip and now, towards the end of it.
At around 4 or 5 am (I lost track due to the time change), he rose and bid goodbye once again in the room. I returned the farewell, wishing him a safe and pleasant flight. I couldn’t help but feel that I would miss him when it was my turn to leave the following day. All the conversations and frozen cokes, darn! (Update in 2021: Since then, I’ve visited Daniel four times in Germany, and he visited me once in the Netherlands. He’s a fantastic guy and a true, enduring friend.)
