The beaches are picturesque here. The Cabarita Hill is a lush green, meeting the white sands lined with black rocks all adjacent to the vivid turquoise ocean with crystal water. The colors are insane, comparable to Hawaii. Perhaps better.
It’s not as bad as I thought it’d be.
We (surprisingly) slept for 9 out of the 14 hour flight from SFO to Sydney.
First thing once we freshened up, we took a train into city center, stepping off at Circular Quay. Sydney Harbour is fabulous with adorable waterside cafes. It felt like a tropical Manhattan: hustle and bustle mixed with chic style but with the climate of the jungle. It went from incredibly hot and muggy to a harsh (but warm) downpour within minutes.
We wandered for a handful of miles in the Royal Botanical Gardens through the mist, and zig zagged through The Rocks. A sign caught our attention, “The Oldest Pub in Sydney,” enough to drop in out of the rain.
After a glass of champagne and a hard cider, the jetlag began to creep in. 3pm but it felt like 2am… Back to the hotel with alarms set for 4:30 am, 7:00 am flight to the Gold Coast.