Sydney, Australia (Day 5)

On our last day in Sydney, we decided to conclude our Australian chapter by ending where we began- the Sydney Opera House and its environs.

Our flight back to KL was not until later in the evening so we had ample time to make a brief round-up of the city beginning at the Rocks, inside the great Sydney Opera House, the Royal Botanic Garden, the Art Gallery of New South Wales and finally Mrs. Macquarie’s Point.

I loved everything about that day. The glistening cobalt blue sky that seemed to follow us everywhere, the uncharacteristically strong winds (while we were around the parameters of the opera house) that had us hold on to each other tight, the calmness of the Royal Botanic Garden which held at least 2-3 beautiful garden weddings that afternoon, the sound of the violin quartet soothing through every rustle of the leaves, the chirping of the birds in between, the brilliant Jacarandas against the emerald green lawns- everything and everyone seemed to be so happy and at peace. It was as if we were all joined by a familiar kinship- one that is innately understood by each of our hearts- that celebrates and glorifies life as it is, warts and all.

I knew I loved Australia even before I arrived. In a weird but not entirely unexpected way, it felt like home.

Back at the Rocks!
Perfect view of the Harbour Bridge.


The heavy interior of the Sydney Opera House.


Sydney’s Royal Botanic Garden.


An unexpected gem on the calmer side of Sydney.
Cafe at the NSW Gallery.


Some of the beautiful aboriginal crafts. I love the simple geometric shapes. I’m sure each line, shape and colour tells a story. I wish I knew more.
One of my favourite paintings there. The details are just amazing!



We walked back into the Royal Botanic Garden to this cozy cafe just on the edge of the garden.


As we headed back to the Opera House we came across at least two weddings around the garden. They were so beautiful and heart warming to witness. How could they not be against this spectacular backdrop? 🙂




Party boat!





Our favourite Jacaranda.
Another beautiful wedding!









We have so much love for this city. We hope we’ll return here soon!


Blue Mountains, Australia (Day 4)

On the morning of our drive to the Blue Mountains, I remember feeling sufficiently tired that I spent most of the journey asleep in the back passenger seat. I could say I feel a sense of regret for missing the sceneries of the Sydney outskirts and the splendour of its natural beauty laid for miles around; but were it not for that brief recess, I wouldn’t have had enough vigour to experience the living majesty of the Blue Mountains and beyond that would last the day.

Our journey started at Mercure Sydney where we collected our rental car from Europcar. Even though I fell asleep almost immediately as I stepped on board, it took us 2 hours to reach the Blue Mountains from Sydney. We did not do any intervening stops other than the one very close to Echo Point (where you’ll find the Three Sisters) in Katoomba, the centre of Blue Mountains. This was to be our first sight of the southern valley of the Blue Mountains. The shrubs and the densely forested surroundings could not obscure the magnificently picturesque valleys that laid beyond. The arresting scenery was even more amplified once we reached Echo Point.

The Blue Mountains.
Echo Point, Blue Mountains.
The Three Sisters.





A few steps off Echo Point is the main street which hosts the Lookout and Waradah Aboriginal Centre– a compact centre housing tourist information, souvenir shop, cafes and bars, Aboriginal art gallery and my favourite- the Aboriginal cultural performance. All my life, I had always wanted to learn more about, and possibly immerse myself in, the Aboriginal culture. A one day trip out in the Blue Mountains couldn’t possibly give this justice but I was nonetheless very grateful to be able to witness a glimpse of this ancient culture from the rich Aboriginal performance at Waradah. The cultural performance gave a wealthy narrative of the Aboriginal history; the origins and distinctive features of the many Aboriginal tribes across Australia including the dances, or Corroboree, unique to each tribe; the smoking ceremony; and the dreamtime story of the quintessentially Australian didgeridoo. If you are into history then this is definitely a must-do. At AUD20 per entry it is great value for money.

Echo Point main street with the Lookout and Waradah Aboriginal Centre in the background.
Coulnd’t resist a picture with the Australian post. This reminded me a lot of the British Royal Mail letter boxes back in the UK.
Waradah Aboriginal Centre.



One of two or three cafes at the Lookout. The berry-flavoured crushed ice drink was a welcome treat after some flirting with the Australian sun.
One of many stupendous (and very expensive) Aboriginal paintings at the Aboriginal Art Gallery. If my memory serves me correctly, this particular piece costs about AUD18,000.
The stage set for the astounding Aboriginal performance.
The fantastic crew (left-right): Peter Williams (the Elder), Shonay and Dennis.

Our great escape did not end just then. After Waradah, we ventured further west of the Blue Mountains circumnavigating the national park to the north through Capertee Valley (purportedly the second largest canyon in the world- 1km wider than the Grand Canyon but not quite as deep) and Wollemi National Park before making our long way home to Sydney. A few times on the way we witnessed a large group of wild kangaroos either basking in the sun or hopping along/towards/away from our car. Throughout our stay in Australia we did not visit the Australian zoo or the wildlife park, so this magical encounter with the kangaroos (and wallabies at Wollemi) was deeply gratifying.

Kangaroos basking in the sun.
Capertee Valley.


En route to Wollemi National Park.


Wollemi National Park.


Snacking on a Dutch cheese sandwich in Wollemi.



I loved everything about this day. The Blue Mountains, the trees, the valleys, the lands, the Aboriginals, the history, the tradition, the stories, the iconic animals, the parks, the sun, the sky, the moon and the stars we witnessed were all so extraordinary and enchanting. All this is what makes Australia, Australia but what touched me the most- what I felt was the most captivating for me- was the spirit that lives in it all. It is something that cannot be replicated elsewhere, something that is purely and uniquely Australia. It’s the spirit of the place, the history and the people that I’ll treasure forever.

Sydney, Australia (Day 3 – Part 2)

Just a few steps from the Tidal Cascades are an array of chic restaurants and bistros facing the harbour where many sail/speed boats are moored including the HMAS Vampire- one of Australia’s largest museum vessel which forms part of the Australian National Maritime Museum. A short stroll ahead and at the end of the harbour is the Cape Bowling Green Lighthouse which was once a beacon guiding ships through the Great Barrier Reef and is now part of Darling Harbour’s numerous museums.

Darling Harbour, with the CBD as the backdrop.



HMAS Vampire, part of the Australian National Maritime Museum.


The many masts and sails from the more traditional sail boats.
Cape Bowling Green Lighthouse.

It’s hard to feel morose or any sense of skepticism when the sky is beaming at you in what is quintessentially Australian blue- definitely one of the things I love most about Australia.

And no matter how jubilant the Australian sky looked, we still had to feed our grumbling tummies. Thankfully there were plenty of restaurants to choose from to satiate ourselves. After careful inspection of menus from one restaurant to another, we finally settled at the best Darling Harbour had to offer- CyrenCyren is a bar/restaurant which specialises in good Australian fresh seafood. Whether it’s shrimp cocktails or marinara pizzas, everything they serve are of high quality standards and absolutely flavoursome.

We were in luck when we were there as it was happy hour which meant that all meals on the menu were subject to (a lot of) discount. The marinara pizza that we had costed only AUD10. The portion was generous so you could easily share between two or three people depending on how hungry you are. But being the famished (greedy too?) vultures that we were we (my fiancé and I) ended up gobbling down three large marinara pizzas! They were absolutely delicious! Super generous portion- the pizza and the fresh prawns- and great value for money; I couldn’t help but feel even more blessed under the same jubilant Australian sky.

Our first of three. Absolute yums!
What wouldn’t I give for just a slice now…. (drools)….
Relishing in all that goodness 😀

We left Cyren with bouncy happy hearts and tummies, ready for yet another long and circuitous walk home through the Sydney Harbour Bridge and the ever-eternal Sydney Opera House.

Crossing over to the Cockle Bay Wharf side of Darling Harbour via the Pyrmont Bridge.
By this time the sun had already begun to set. The skies and sights were as spectacular as they were in bright sunlight.



Cockle Bay Wharf.


Sunset at bay’s end.
Shipwright Walk Pavilion. A real gem. So happy we stumbled upon this. Brilliant, brilliant design; I’m still in awe….


Sunset by the bay perfectly framed.
Sydney Harbour Bridge. The bridge that always brings me back home to Newcastle’s Tyne Bridge.
Old friend :’-)


Sydney, Australia (Day 3 – Part 1)

One can never get enough of Sydney. The outstanding beauty of this historically rich city coupled with a winning weather makes wandering through this metropolis a much flavoursome experience.

Just like on the first day, our third day in Sydney saw us wandering through the city but this time towards Darling Harbour.

Originally known as Cockles Bay (after the molluscs early European settlers found here) Darling Harbour was named after the seventh governor of New South Wales, Ralph Darling. Teeming with thieves’ den and bawdy houses, this area of Sydney was considered unsavoury in the late 19th century. Nevertheless, the docks of Darling Harbour were an important trading centre for wool and other exports from abroad.

With the decline of Sydney Harbour industry, Darling Harbour became rundown until its revival as a focal point of the 1988 Bicentenary. Through rigorous modernisation and redevelopment, Darling Harbour is now a popular and buzzing district of Sydney.

Our walk from Sydney Central (where we stayed) to Darling Harbour took us no more than 30 minutes even with the sporadic (yet mandatory) stops for picture taking. My friends came across a hidden avenue just behind our apartment the night before (I went to bed early); and knowing my lust for architecture and good design they told we should check it out before venturing further afield. Incidentally they didn’t tell me in detail what they had discovered that night but the moment I set eyes on the avenue I was flabbergasted in euphoria. What I found before me was an old Victorian quarter lined with colourful century old houses some of which were remodelled as coffee houses and some restored to their glory as, what I presume, residential units. If I could live anywhere in Sydney, it would be here.

The ‘hidden’ Victorian quarter in Central Sydney.
I felt sentimental about seeing these houses because of their similarity to the one I lived in as a student in England.
Love the herringbone brick tiles!
I wonder whether someone really lived there at the time of our visit.
Outback meets Victorian. This particular unit was converted into a cosy little coffee house. I love it!


On our way to the harbour, we went through Sydney Central Station before stepping out again at the other end of the station onto Pitt Street. Running north and adjacent to Pitt Street is the Belmore Park where a number of aboriginal Australians rendered homeless. I was saddened by the paradoxical disparity between the prosperous metropolis and the displaced few; but as much as it is hard to swallow, homelessness exists even in the richest of countries. In my heart I wished them very well.

The main concourse of Sydney Central Station.
Homelessness at Belmore Park, Sydney.


Moving past Belmore Park, we found ourselves in Sydney’s China town, just a few blocks south-east off Darling Harbour. Much to our excitement we stumbled upon a Malaysian restaurant Mamak, famed for its roti canai (Malaysian paratha) and satay. In Malaysia, the term Mamak is commonly used for Malaysian citizens who are of Indian Muslim origin. Mamak stalls/restaurants are notoriously popular and ubiquitous throughout Malaysia and they typically serve Indian-Malay food such as roti canai with curry or dhal gravy, chapati, mee goreng Mamak (Mamak fried noodles), tosai and lots more.

Proud to have found his favourite Mamak in Sydney.
Playground/mini water park at Darling Quarter (opposite Cockle Bay).
Water pumps! A fun distraction from our harbour goal. The park was not only a lot of fun (pool, fountains, water streams running from all corners and those water pumps!) but also very educationally stimulating for kids (even for adults as seen here 🙂 ).

A few meters off the water park is Darling Harbour. At its onset is the International Convention Centre Sydney (ICCS) where you’ll find the Tidal Cascades- a sunken fountain designed by Robert Woodward. The cascades are a double spiral of water and paths replicating the circular shape of the Convention Centre.

The Tidal Cascades, ICC Sydney.
The inconspicuous pathway allows you to circle down the cascade to the central sphere.


To be continued in Sydney, Australia (Day 3 – Part 2)….

Sydney, Australia (Day 2)

Day 2 saw us walking along the coast from vibrant Coogee Beach up to the infamous Bondi Beach. We had a late start to the day so we managed to walk only half of the trail between the two touchpoints. The train from Sydney Central took us to Bondi from whence we took a bus to Coogee. Instead of walking north-southwardly (Bondi-Coogee) we started from Coogee and moved northwards towards Bondi, stopping midway at Clovelly.

The views from the coastal walk were as spectacular as they were magical. Everything just seemed so vibrant and alive- from the cloudless brilliant blue sky, the rich emerald green grass with the many exceptionally rare vegetation, the intensely golden-white sandy beaches and the deep blue ocean- making everywhere I turn seem so majestic. Even then I couldn’t believe that I was really in Australia and had to keep reminding myself that I wasn’t just dreaming.

First sight of Coogee Beach.


The hilly side of Coogee. The beach-goers were either just chilling in the sun or reading.
Dramatic cliffs just off Coogee Beach.
My Rock :’-)


A shy glimpse of Gordon’s Bay.




The more secluded Gordon’s Bay, perfect for private picnics or dipping in the water.



Clovelly- the half-way point between Coogee and Bondi where we cut our walk short and took the bus into Bondi instead.


Soaking in the sun!
Busy Bondi Beach.
When we arrived the sun was already beginning to set. It was also so cold!
Leaving our marks in Bondi.
One of the many skilful surfers still out in the waves. Some remained even past sundown.


We ended our day chilling at one of the clubs on Bondi before a short stroll down the almost empty promenade.

Sydney, Australia (Day 1)

If this year had a theme then it would be travel although there is still a fair amount of sedimentary living done in between. I haven’t really documented my travels in writing other than the lazy snippets I publish on Instagram but I shall attempt to, here, with more (I hope) exciting photographs and sufficient dosage of narrative.

After much dreaming and an ironically minimal amount of planning I packed my bags and flew to one of my favourite cities in the world- Sydney, Australia. It was really a bizarre chain of incidents that led me to this adventure. I’ve only dreamed of visiting Sydney since my teenage years but nothing really happened beyond my daydreaming and talking/singing about the city for years. I had Cambodia initially planned for October/November but an old friend’s question about Sydney gave me that final push to just go and make it happen. And I did!

As I mentioned, after much dreaming and an ironically minimal amount of planning, and armed with my trusted-all-time-favourite DK Eyewitness Travel guide, I flew out to Sydney.

The night flight from Kuala Lumpur meant that I’ll arrive early morning in Sydney. After a short rendezvous with our friends at the airport we headed out into the city for a long, aimless, albeit exhilarating, walk through the city (I think my Fitbit clocked in about 20+km by end of that day, yay!).

After a swift check-in at our accommodation, we meandered through the city, hopped from park to park and ended our excursion with a stroll along the Sydney Harbour on to the Circular Quay before our late dinner on George Street.

White cockatoos strewn all over the city. One of the birds that characterise Australia and definitely our favourite.
The boys.
One of many Jacarandas we love so much. Easily one of our favourite Australian trees.
Downtown Sydney, just off Pitt Street.
Grabbed a sandwich and went for a picnic at Hyde Park. At this point it was so bright and sunny the boys debated whether they should risk exposing themselves to the strong Australian UVs, lol!
Captain Cook statue standing at the edge of Hyde Park.
It was beginning of spring in Australia. Amazing weather saw many weddings like here or in the parks.
Another one of our favourite trees, the Eucalyptus.


Dusk looming over this magical city.
The onset of the Royal Botanic Garden which incidentally celebrated its 200th anniversary this year.


The pinnacle view from the Botanic Garden.
Sydney Opera House.
The man who made (and makes) my dreams come true :’-)
Circular Quay.
The amazing, buzzing Rocks at night.