watsons bay

you will hail to jealousy

the utmost intention from this post i shall make clear and prominent from the start, to stir the hearts of the readers and to bring out thoughts of jealousy and green envy whilst gazing at the display of prime photos from my selection.

Why?

cause i'm feeling that little deadly tinge up my spine, spirring me on to do bad things. Don't question why. Same as not prodding the devil, you shouldn't step on my toes either. Anguish reigns in my blood, for no apparent reason. my rattle and tattle shall carry these emotions through...


the date: 7th June. Destination: Watsons Bay. Of course, food is needed to fuel the soul. So after much mention and persuasion from Cheryl, we decided to go down to the Rocks (a little off Circular Quay) for Pancakes. I chose to go with the light devonshire tea pancakes and a cappuccino to wash it down. In conclusion, good choice, cream with jam on pancakes (that i reckoned could have been a tad fluffier) were a marvellous pairing. Still, it left much to be yearned for... Cheryl claims the standard of the famous pancake resturant had deproved tremendously since her last visit. I have no comments... didn't expect a hell lot of it to begin with. Pardon my rather uncouth usage of english today. the soul is feeling a little bruised and battered tonight. Guilt sits right next to me, peering over my shoulder. I just wish he would disappear...

Okay, lets just focus on the trip. So.. Cheryl and I decided to venture forth to Watsons Bay under the recommendation of several others.




Only a 30min boat ride from circular quay. The boat journey offered a spectacular view of the harbor and its many water ways. It is no wonder that they sell the boat tickets in concession prices similar to those of buses. And mind you, a single adult return ticket ain't all that cheap either. AUS $10.40 per person for a return trip... Bah. I reckon all transport drivers here in Australia earn loads of money.

Upon docking at the last stop of the ferry journey, we quickly picked up a trail in the general direction that would lead us to the lighthouse located at the far north end of the mouth of the Bay. Oh well, so we did get a little disoriented along the way. Found ourselved beached on a small private beach which we found out later to have been a really famous and crowded beach for the local crowds in the summer.

Need i prove my point that the weather was perfect. The chillness of the wind that was inherient in the whereabouts of Sydney main city was gone in the rural suburbs. Instead, there was a mystical presence in the air, perhaps a sense of adventure lurking around the corner. Cheryl and I slowed down the pace a little, just to match the target for the day. ONe that stated rest and relax mode.

After a scenic hike, we came a sign directing us to Lady Bay Beach. If you look a bit closer at the sign, you would notice that nudity is permitted on the beach. I brushed that aside given that no one in the right frame of mind would be swimming in the frigid waters in winter. Moreover, a little hole in the bushes offered a spectacular view of the beach, of coast, coves and tall cliffs. i stepped out into the clearing to find the path down and lo and behold.. a naked old man! I am soo not kidding. I spun around giggling in shock, took Cheryl by the arm and dragged her off. THat was a sight was sore eyes.. period.

Then we came down to the tip of the Bay which offered views of the plateau opposite that sticked out peculiariously into the ocean. The coastline was rough and the rocks strewened below the pathway were gnawed and knocked at, the impact of the slave driving currents showing no mercy on the solid rocks. Drilling apertures, cracks and crevices into stone.

In a place like this, you would half expect the wind to be blowing at gale force speeds. On the contrary, there was no winds or even the slightest breeze present. To the extent that i began to miss the whip-lashing winds encountered on the great ocean road 2 weeks ago. okay, maybe 2 degrees lighter would be perfect. But no winds?! that was a bit stiffling.

Still, the scenary was perfect. A scene that could stand on its own even thru black and white. A swore that if I had resided here, I probably would have piece of mind. Clambering up to the rocks daily to sit and stare out into the open seas. Must have been feeling the blues straight then as i came to a stark realisation that Babe was not there with me...

The skies suddenly cast an ugly shade of grey. As thought the heavens are mocking me.. I HATE YOU! stupid... strange.. I'm writing as though i'm present there at that moment. Loneliness, the guy with the shady hat beckons for me...

Thank goodness for Cheryl, my cheerful companion who followed me on all my foolish escapades and silly attempts at making myself happy. Its good to have her around...

If you're gonna ask how did we know each other.. to cut chase, lets just say we were kindergarden friends.. way back in time.

Other shots taken at Watsons Bay, apparently there is a navy academy situated there as well..

Watsons Bay is indeed in my list of recommended places to visit when you're in Sydney. Even more so if you're in a rush for time or a tight budget. Look at its proximity to the main city area(evident from the photos) and yet.. it offers a whole different prespective and outlook about life in Australia. An intriguing and charming seaside town with gorgeous views and delicious fish and chips!

View from the Gap

Did i mention that the Fish and Chips are great! i distinctly remembered that i Have. But no harm repeating it again. Cheryl and I opted for the calamari and fries basket as we were still a weighed down from today's breakfast. The calamari was delicious.. untearable by fingers yet soft to the teeth. Nothing like the dubious chewier copies that you encounter in Singapore. The real deal! Breaded evenly and fried to perfection. I can only imagine what the huge paperbag of fish and chips would be like...

Finally after the tragically slow day at Watsons Bay. We decided to pay University of Sydney a visit. Cheryl was more than glad to show off the uni that she had patronised for 6 months in the previous year. I obliged of course... curiousity lead me by the forehead.

The courtyards and main building had drop dead gorgeous architecture. Bearing faint resemblance to those in Harry Potter. Yet I was told that the other faculties had attained a comparatively run down appearance. Sadly of course..

With that the day was over.. we concluded the day's activites by watching Sex and the City in the theatre. Did i mention that they show the uncensored version here in Australia. hehe. Pardon me, but i'm not spoiling the fun with abrupt footage throughout the show. hehe. Personal preference of course...

somewhere out there...