After a shower and breakfast we wandered to the train station and got a ticket that would take us in and around Sydney for the day. We hopped on the train after wondering which way would be best and went to the Sydney Harbour bridge.
When you get to the Bridge, it's actually quite high up, you know, because it's right next the harbour, so boats and stuff. What intrigued me was the security at the end of the footpath, a guy stood with a walkie talkie. I wondered if the security were to count the people walking across, or if they were to signal the people they thought looked jittery and ready to take a leap. Either way, I tried to look as inconspicuous as humanly possible, but we all know when that is attempted you tend to look your most looney.
Given my intense fear of heights and my attempts to overcome it, I was apprehensive for the walk over the bridge, which didn't help my aforementioned attempts to look inconspicuous. I got to half way and was nowhere near as worried or scared as I thought I was going to be, vertigo hadn't even set in. I could skip down here quite leisurely, but again, inconspicuous. I even got as brave as to look over the edge when we got to the middle, I wasn't even phased... I certainly wasn't going to leap down there or sit on the edge (not that you could), but it didn't bother me.
Feeling confident at half way we carried on walking, despite the intense wind wanting to blow us over the edge. Just then, a huge vehicle went driving past and shook the whole foundations of the bridge, the floor was trembling underneath my feet. I needed to get off the bridge, now! Get me off. Get me off. Get me off. *Engage quick walking ability*. Phew. Made it the edge.
After that worrying episode we went and caught the Ferry all the way to Manly and back, cruising around Sydney Harbour with their bus-boats. Taking in the sights. I think my favourite bit was the house on the edge of the coast that had a slide into their little bit of sea they had boxed off, schweet. 
Once we'd made it back to the port we heading into the city to catch the train to Kings Cross, not the one in London. On the way I called my Sister to wish her a very happy 30th Birthday; old fart, yes you! Once we arrived we caught up with Mat. You may remember him from such blog posts as, Beaches, Ice creams and Dilemmas, and Goodbye Dunsborough. We had a few drinks in a bar where the gent behind said bar was not following regulations and over filling my glass, Becca was getting MERRY. After that we went to go get food at a restaurant, it was steak, very delicious steak and chips. Although, the extra drink was probably a silly idea, in retrospect.
We said our goodbyes and headed back to the train station. At the station I spent an unmemorable time sat on Phil's lap whilst waiting for the train whispering to him how much I loved him. This is what he tells me, although he says I wasn't so much whispering as exclaiming quietly. We made it back to the caravan park without incident.
Once there, we were both still hungry so decided to make some food in the camp kitchen, accompanied by our new friend Cecil. Cecil kept getting in to the bin and trying to eat the left overs, silly Cecil. Time for a sleep, make sure you keep the noise down Cecil.
(Cecil is a possum).
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