Conquering the Bridge

July 4, 2017

After Tasmania, a brief stop in Sydney - my old stomping grounds - before heading home. This city is still one of my favorite places in the whole world, and I spent a lovely morning at the Botanic Gardens enjoying the weather and wishing I could live here again.  

 

Although I've done pretty much all of the "tourist stuff" over my many visits, one thing remained - climbing Sydney Bridge. I've occasionally found enough motivation to ignore my fear of heights (like when I went paragliding in Queenstown, New Zealand... Twice!), but the bridge thing scared me too much. I figured "what the hell, can't be worse than jumping off a mountain". 

 

Obviously I'm still alive, and the climb wasn't physically challenging. I was fine most of the time, except for a brief moment at the summit when the group had to cross to the opposite side on a narrow catwalk. So narrow, in fact, that you HAVE to look down to see where you're stepping. The catwalk is not solid metal, so you get a full appreciation of the cars waaay down below your feet. I don't care to relive that moment. 

 

My reward for conquering the bridge was one of the most stunning sunsets I've ever seen. A memory I will treasure forever, and an adventure I am not likely to repeat.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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