Monday, 10 March 2014

Days 348 to 352: Sydney

Walking about in Sydney is a little what I imagine a utopian future to be like. The sun is golden, the sky is blue, the people are healthy and impeccably gorgeous, and the streets and landscape are as sculpted as the people. This is taken to the next level in Bondi, the suburb famous for Bondi Beach in the east of the city. Bondi Beach is merely the most famous of the many beaches in the area, all strung along the coast like a series of unevenly-shaped sausages thrown down with abandon. A path runs along the coast, connecting the beaches and creating the most scenic of walks, combining lots of sand, sea, rocks, cafes, and people that look as though they've been genetically manufactured in a laboratory attempting to breed the perfect human.

This was my third visit to Australia and Sydney, and my third visit to Bondi. Each time I've stayed there with my good friend, Handsome Matt, an expat Kiwi who I know from my two years in South Korea, and who has been in Australia for around eight years. In the decade we've now known each other, many things have changed. This visit was centred around one such change: Matt was getting married.

Danielle and I married in November, and Matt made the long trip to Scotland for the wedding. Therefore you can imagine my curses when he announced he was getting married in March, in Australia of course... dammit Matt, of course I'll come. To soften the blow, he made me a groomsman, an honourary position with absolutely no responsibilities except wearing a suit. We adjusted our travel schedule, and as well as Australia, came out with bonus trips to Los Angeles and Fiji as well. Scotland to South America to LA to Fiji to Australia - it was quite a journey for a wedding.

The wedding was to take place in Byron Bay, an hour's flight north of Sydney, but before that we had a few days in Sydney with Matt - his bride-to-be, Emma, was in Melbourne for work. Not just Matt though, we were also to be accompanied by his and Emma's two-and-a-half year old son, Xavier. And Xavier was in a thoroughly uncompromising mood.

Poor Xavier, first of all. When I kickstarted these Wonder travels in 2011, Sydney was my first stop. I stayed with Matt and Emma. Xavier had just been born a month earlier, so was just a tiny baby, whose life revolved around eating, crapping, and crying. Well, Xavier two-and-a-half years later definitely hadn't forgotten these talents - he was in boisterous form for the first couple of days. Oh boy. Danielle and I arrived in Sydney from Fiji at the same time Matt and Xavier arrived in Sydney from Melbourne, we literally met at the airport. And after a couple of days of a disrupted schedule, Xavier was grumpy. Not just grumpy, but irritable and not afraid to show it. He was tired but didn't want to sleep, hungry but didn't want to eat, bored but didn't want to play. He didn't know what he wanted to do.

Poor Matt. Matt had to deal with his tempestuous toddler. Showing inexhaustable patience, by the second day of Xavier's non-stop tantrum, even Matt admitted it was somewhat tiring: the lifeforce appeared to be slowly draining from his face. I began wondering to myself: children, who really needs them? Even Danielle, normally so broody I've got to stop her stealing babies from the street, could see that a toddler can have its testing times.

Perhaps our first couple of days with Xavier are like the initial years of the Sydney Opera House's construction: clearly something special appearing but not always an easy ride. Years into the construction of Australia's most famous icon and a truly unique addition to the world's stage there were disputes and problems. It was not plain sailing. The genius but unproven foreign architect was unbending to the Luddite government that preferred he spend his days endlessly providing plans and cost estimates and couldn't trust him to just get on with the job. In one sense, it's not difficult to sympathise with them - cost and time estimates were spiralling out of control (although had always been unrealistic) and the architect, Jorn Utzon, was unproven after all. He was not a veteran of any other large-scale constructions. The Sydney Opera House was his proof of genius, but the government weren't yet to know that. Nonetheless, by the time they'd stuck their oar in, the famous are-they-sails-or-are-they-shells of the building were emerging, and the general sentiment of the city was to be excited at something special appearing. When eventually Utzon was forced to resign, the genius of the project - if perhaps not exactly the budget - was evident. There may have been tantrums and tears, but Sydney had something beautiful.

Not many people dwell upon that now, and even Utzon before his death in 2008 was philosophical. It was built, that's all most people need to know, and most people standing at the Botanic Gardens or The Rocks or Circular Quay or even on a boat approaching the quay are simply content to gaze and take photos and think, what a remarkable building.

I was sold a long time ago on the Opera House, back in 2011 when I reviewed it. But that was my second visit. Danielle, on her first, was less sure. Close up she thought it looked dated. The concrete look and browny topaz-tinted glass are indeed not exactly timeless - like a moustachioed gent with large Aviator sunglasses, we're looking straight into the eyes of the 1970s. But that's a harsh assessment, and on our second visit, on a much sunnier day and from some attractive side-on views (which are the Sydney Opera House's most scenic) Danielle upwardly revised her opinion: yes, it's pretty nice. Very nice, in fact.

There's no doubt the weather contributes to the appeal of the Opera House and of Sydney itself. The city centre isn't, in itself, anything too out of this world, but when lit up by sun and set against a bright blue sky, gosh it looks pretty. Gosh the Sydney Opera House looks pretty, gosh the Sydney Harbour Bridge, an equally important and much more massive contribution to the gorgeous harbour area, looks pretty. Remarkably, in my three visits to Sydney, I've barely ever seen it overcast. With grey clouds and drizzly rain, who knows how the city and its treats would seem. Everything seems better in the sun. I appear to be lucky to have seen Sydney at its best. I suspect Sydney is often at its best.

This time, we had just three whole days and four nights in Sydney, spent visiting the centre and the harbour area, spending time with Matt and Xavier in Bondi, and visiting a few beaches. We also, at Matt's behest, tried paddle-boarding, which is like standing on a large surfboard and paddling with an oar. At Rose Bay on a sunny day and with the Harbour Bridge in distant view, Danielle took to this like a duck to water, if she'll excuse the comparison to a duck. Ok, ok, a swan to water. She fell off a total of zero times. I, on the other hand, lost count at around the fifty mark. It got so bad that a total stranger paddled up to offer tips and advice. It didn't help. As soon as I thanked her for her help, I fell straight back into the water. Xavier, safely tucked in a kayak under Matt's control, seemed to find this consistently amusing.

And Xavier, I'm happy to say, just like the most famous building in the city he was born in, came good in the end. After the teething problems of the Sydney Opera House, it was finally opened and the world came to realise that it was magnificent. Xavier too became magnificent, in the cutest possible manner. Back onto a routine and sleeping schedule, he became all sweetness and light, beaming his dinky smile and running around saying "Hi Danni" (his name for Danielle) and "More Danni!", melting Danielle's heart. Even my heart, which is mostly petrol driven and not prone to melting, was somewhat softened when he started running at me and into my arms.

Ever since the inception of my World Wonder project and the hope that I'll one day turn this into a very long book, I have decided to consciously avoid the twee conclusion that the true World Wonders aren't the bricks and mortar of buildings, they are the joy of new life brought into this world. And I'll stick by that. Buildings yes, children no! But there's no question that seeing Matt, and later Emma, with Xavier, and hearing Matt - whom I've known well for a decade - talk about fatherhood, and echoing exactly the sentiments of my brother, who has two young daughters, that to a parent the concept of a Wonder is a little different. Looking down upon your firstborn, can the Taj Mahal or Great Wall possibly compare? Leading me to this conclusion: I had better damn well finish my World Wonder project before I have any children!

Sydney, therefore, was a joy to visit, as was seeing Matt and meeting Xavier (when not shouting and screaming, which is my general feeling when meeting people). But Sydney was only ever a prelude to the main reason for visiting Australia, which of course Matt getting married. And that wasn't taking place in Sydney, it was taking place in a town about an hour's flight north called Byron Bay.

1 comment:

  1. I have been here in the beautiful city of Sydney but I just lack of time to explore the natural side of it which I know is simply breath-taking. There are many sanctuaries which have stunning views and nature reserves that simply spell out peace and tranquillity. The attractions that usually linger in people’s minds are famous landmarks alone, but upon further research, there are actually more than meets the eye here in this beautiful place.


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