It was chilly as I let my feet slowly into the cold, salty water of an ocean rock pool we chanced upon while wandering around Manly Beach and its suburban surrounds. I had never seen a rock pool in my life and I was tickled by the thought of how natural and how much of an incredible genius the person who first constructed one was! I shivered and enjoyed the moment, although it was way too cold for my tropical climate girl feet.
To be honest, I don’t even know where we were at that point as we took a rest from the leisurely walk all the way from Manly Wharf. It must have been an hour or two since we started exploring Manly after leaving on a thirty minute ferry ride from Circular Quay. In those few hours we had climbed up sloping steps, shuffled through sandy beaches, searched for Manly’s native penguins, dipped our feet into the crashing waves and admired corals growing on rocks.
I noticed that a day in Sydney moved much slower than a day spent in Singapore. I thought, perhaps it was because I was on holiday but on further musing, that wasn’t really the case either. On holiday in Phuket or Bangkok for instance, time just flies. Perhaps its the crowd that you’re a part of when you’re on holiday. In Sydney, particularly Manly, I felt like I had all the time in the world to just watch the lazy world go by.
We dared not wander off too far from Manly Wharf where we needed to board our Sydney Ferry because we were headed for dinner with friends after back at the “mainland”.
There was so much I wanted to do at Manly, but it was just not the trip for me to do them. I wanted to whip out my bikini and take a nice swim, head to Fairy Bower – the “magical” rock pool at Shelly Beach, look out into the distance at North Head for some whale watching and visit the Barrenjoey Lighthouse. Maybe, next time. That October, it was just learning to take a breather and to stroll with no destination in mind.