So here’s a thing I discovered last Thursday night.
In an effort to combat the violence our binge drinking culture has created, 2014 heralded the beginning of Lockout Laws in Sydney. In the interest of public safety hotels, clubs and nightclubs in the entertainment precinct of Sydney’s CBD and Kings Cross were no longer permitted to allow entry to patrons after 1:30 am, with last drinks for those inside needing to be called by 3am.
Now, I would like to be able to say that I discovered this while sitting behind my computer reading the plethora of articles on the pros and cons of this legislation from the perspective of emergency workers and business owners. I really would like to be able to say that. However, I cannot.
The reason I know about lockout laws is because I got lost down a rabbit hole of wine and geeking out about Firefly and the new Voltron reboot while chatting with a friend in a pub on Angel Street. By the time I struggled out of that blissful warren of tipsy, nerdy comradery I was brought back to reality by an unfortunate coincidence that changed the carefree direction of my evening.
The lamentable coincidence I encountered was that at the exact moment our feet hit the rain soaked pavement outside the pub, the last train out of Sydney for the night pulled out of the station. Not ideal, if I’m honest with you.
Or how Ryan Reynolds came to be waiting in my bedroom in a Sydney Hotel.
Toodle pip, Happy Hobos
Today I am home sick in bed and to stave off the frustration and whiny-ness that comes with suffering from a mutated strain of Man Flu, we are going to reminisce about a particularly wonderful moment during a short wandering to Sydney last year.
Tip for beginners: Hotels want to create the best experience possible for you. Run with that.
My good friend and I had planned a trip to the city to see Nickelback (don’t judge. I love them and nothing you can say will sway me in my undying affection for all things Nickelback.) She bought the tickets for us for my birthday and it was my job to book the accommodation. So I jumped online to find us a place to stay in the city. I ended up booking a mystery hotel in an area that was suitable to get us the nicest accommodation at the best price.
With the concert on a Friday night it was an almost interminable wait to get through the work day to be able to leave. Not even the torrential rain that had set in could dampen our sprits (see what I did there?)
Straight on to Facebook to send my excitement to Lois.
J: “I have tickets!”
L: “Wooooo I love tickets!
Also pants if they are dry.”
L: “I can’t leave without pants, can I?”
J: “Pants? Where weren’t going we don’t need pants.
…..I may have gotten my Back to the Future quote slightly wrong. But the sentiment still stands.”
Long story short: Torrential rain. Wet pants. Left late but still in fine spirits.
There are some opportunities in life you should never pass up. Climbing Sydney’s iconic Harbour Bridge is one of them. The summit of the arch affords the most stunning view in the whole of the city and every climb has something new to offer.
Sydney’s Harbour Bridge has a history colourful enough to rival that of the their Opera House. Rich in anecdotes and personal flair, the passion for the history and stories that went into building the bridge come through in the commentary from each individual guide.
After eight years in construction, with 1,400 men working on the crew, six million hand driven rivets (no rivet guns back then, it was all heated over the fire and thrown – yes thrown – to the guy needing to bang it into place) and with a price tag of $4.2 million the 53,000 tonnes of steel were finally officially opened as the Sydney Harbour Bridge in 1932. Not content with a politician cutting the ribbon to open the Bridge, Captain Francis De Groot slashed the ribbon with his sword before the NSW premier had a chance to cut it. De Groot was a firm believer that the only person to open the bridge should have been a member of the Royal Family and was promptly taken into custody. Probably under charges of being a madman with a sword. (I have not verified this fact) A murmur, a shuffle and a reef knot later and the ribbon was ready to be cut officially by Premier Lang.
There are three climbs to chose from depending on your level of fitness, time available and budget. BridgeClimb, BridgeClimb Express and BridgeClimb Sampler. Each one will provide you with a unique and memorable experience however it is important to know the difference to avoid booking the wrong climb for you.