I miss Sydney so freakin’ much. Why the heck does that place have to be so far away from Yorkshire? It’s literally on the other side of the world.10,533 miles to be exact. 10,533 miles!! And do you know what? That sucks. It sucks that a city I fell in love with is at least a gruelling 22 hour journey from where I am now in Huddersfield. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love Yorkshire. I love that it has some of the most beautiful countryside in the UK. But it’s not Sydney. That beautiful city on the East Coast of Australia is where my heart is and here’s 8 reasons why I miss Sydney so much.
If you have more than a few days in Sydney, you have to do the Coogee to Bondi Coastal Walk. Starting – or ending – at Coogee, this trail will take you past Gordon’s Bay, Clovelly Beach, Waverley Cemetery, Bronte Beach, Tamarama Beach and finally to the famous Bondi Beach. It was one of the first things I did when I landed in Sydney – I was travelling solo and just hopped on the tour my hostel was providing. This was is very picturesque walk and will take around 2 hours. Although if you visit during Sculpture on the Sea or take a lot of pictures, it could take all day if you really wanted!
I lived here for 5 months and from enjoying brunch on a lazy Sunday morning at one of the many cafés on King Street to Saturday afternoons with the girls at Max Brenner‘s, Newtown grew to be one of my favourite places. Mainly because of the food here (and I wonder why I put a stone of weight on in Oz…maybe it was the goon too). Man, I loved the food in this place. Oh and Thai Pothong! Gosh that place serves up some delicious dishes! Okay, so obviously I’m easily drawn to a place by food but there’s also the quirky shops, great bars, cool markets and awesome music venues in this quirky suburb of Sydney.
It might not always have been beautiful, glorious sunshine but there has never been a time in the UK where I have been able to where denim shorts constantly for 6 months. I could do that in Sydney, so in my eyes, that’s a win from me. Wearing jeans and suitable shoes for 350 days of the year is rubbish. I want to be somewhere where walking bare foot is at least an option.
There’s no way to describe the first time you catch a glimpse of the gleaming white Sydney Opera House. There’s no way to capture the how you feel when you first see the imposing Harbour Bridge stretching across the Parramatta River. The view just takes your breath away. But you know what, that excitement, feeling of awe and amazement doesn’t disappear the second, third, fourth or millionth time you see these iconic landmarks. Maybe I was a bit obsessed actually…
Yes it’s touristy and God knows it gets super busy on a sunny summer’s day but I absolutely loved Darling Harbour. I loved that there was always something going on here, that it was a busy and bustling place. Fair enough, most of the time I came here to grab a Starbucks – so cultural, I know – and sit in the sun while I wrote some shit but the atmosphere was just something else here. It’s a great place to come on an evening too, especially if you happen to catch the firework display on a weekend!
Oh Bondi, Bondi, Bondi, with your beautiful sunrises, sunsets, crazy weather fronts, wild surf, soft sand and typical Australian fun. Thanks for being a place that holds so many memories for me. And yes, this is one of the main reasons I miss Sydney. It may not be the prettiest of Australian beaches but I sure had some fun times here. Bondi, why are you on the other side of the world, WHY?!
This is a pretty superficial one. I know things are a lot more expensive in Oz than they are in England and the wages are comparative to living costs but I still had a lot more disposable income in Sydney than I do now in Yorkshire. Put it this way, I would have to save up for at least 3 months to be able to afford a flight to Australia. And that would also mean giving up my social life for 3 months to do that. In Sydney, I saved for 2 weeks and I had enough for my flight back home to the UK. Plus, I didn’t have to hide away like a hermit.
Ah, goon. The faithful backpackers friend. Throughout my time in Australia, I made many friends and said goodbye to many people as they, or I, left for different places. But goon, goon – basically horrible* cheap wine that comes in a cardboard box – was always there for me during my year in Oz. That makes me sound like an alcoholic. I’m not. But I do miss goon. I do not miss the hangovers though.
*It is horrible, but you get used to it.
Have you got a place on this earth that you miss the way I miss Sydney? Where is it and what do you miss so much?