In Sydney it’s all about beaches. A surf-rescue competition was taking place at Coogee, so we jumped on a #374 bus and were soon watching perfect waves curl in from far out in the Pacific to crash and swirl onto a perfect golden beach.
Coogee is but one of Sydney’s many fabulous surf beaches that include Bondi, Manley, Bronte, Maroubra and Clovelly. Each beach has its own life-saving team, and the competitions between them are serious matters. Crowds roared and TV cameras rolled as lithe athletes paddled kayaks and surf boards and swam around a series of buoys in the tossing waves. The whole time the sun glared down like a giant cyclops from a big blue sky
Next day we caught the ferry to Watsons Bay, near the entrance to Sydney's immense, convoluted harbour, and enjoyed a fresh seafood lunch at the famous Doyle’s Restaurant. Our tummies full, a short walk took us to a small, secluded beach. Uncrowded and with turquoise water lapping onto crunchy golden sand, it epitomized everything that makes Sydney a paradise.
We caught the ferry back to Circular Quay passing sail boats, big lumbering yellow and green ferries, a jet boat and even a submarine. Then the gleaming Opera House and the looming Sydney Harbour Bridge greeted us. Soon we were ensconced in a pub with cool schooners of Victoria Bitter in front of us and our skin tingling from sunburn.
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