A few weeks ago we flew down to Sydney for the long weekend to visit T’s brother.
First stop was obviously the Opera House (even though we’ve all been before). The weather turned it on for us, so we sat outside the Opera Bar and enjoyed some drinks and pizza in the sunshine, taking in the view.
That evening we went for dinner at a wonderful Italian restaurant in Surry Hills called Via Napoli Pizzeria. While we were waiting for our food, the waiters were parading through the restaurant with HUGE table length platters of pizza/calamari/seafood/arancini/the list goes on. Seriously recommend getting one of them if you’re in a group!
We shared a massive pizza, mozzarella sticks, and deep fried chicken and mashed potato (weird but wonderful), washed down with Aperol Spritz (for me) and beer (for them). The bars of Surry Hills sucked us in and spat us out in the wee hours of the morning, so we also ended up having a drunken KFC – not my finest hour.
The next day we woke up with sore heads and very gloomy weather. Eventually we got up and out, and went for breakfast at a lovely cafe in Kirribilly. I had smoked salmon and scrambled eggs on a toasted croissant with a big fresh juice, and it was just what the doctor ordered! Suitably stuffed, T’s brother suggested we do the Spit to Manly walk. Keen to burn off some calories, I agreed to a short stroll. None of us anticipated the 3+ hour, 10k walk that lay ahead of us!
Although I wouldn’t recommend doing the spit to manly walk on a hangover and a full belly, it was unbelievably beautiful. It really changed my opinion of Sydney, and now I can’t wait to come back and explore some of the tiny coves and beaches we found. When we made it to Manly, we had a quick drink to celebrate and then hopped on the ferry to circular quay just as the sun was setting.
That evening we went to Watson Bay Boutique Hotel for a relaxed dinner of fish and chips and cocktails. This bar/restaurant/hotel is so stunning and highly instagrammable! The food wasn’t incredible, but we’ll be back for a Sunday Session for sure. Tired from our whistle-stop tour, we fell into bed early so we could be up for our flight home the next morning.