Hello Dear Readers!
My second day dawned bright and early, with me squinting angrily through blurry contacts at the shining sun outside. I’d only booked the Intercontinental for one night, (I’ll write a post about why later), so packed up my things and dropped them off at luggage storage before heading out for the day.
Has anyone ever planned anything that they then regretted and dreaded?
Yeah, that was me with the Sydney Bridgeclimb. I’d planned it literally the day earlier and was not looking forward to it in the slightest. In theory, it’s this super climb hike up to the top of the Sydney Harbour Bridge, where you can overlook the city and then have bragging rights over all your friends. In actuality, however, I was feeling super jet-lagged and not in the slightest ready to climb some 1600 steps.
So it was with a feeling of trepidation that I dragged myself to the Bridgeclimb office, inwardly moping and all set to have a miserable time.
Joke was on me! It was super awesome. I mean, they make you take off everything from bobby pins to Fitbits (did my climb even count?), and you had to wear super doofy Bridgeclimb jumpsuits, but this is seriously one of the coolest things I did.
I immediately met the only Australian on the tour and befriended her, which is a good thing because everyone is strapped into a single line and you’re stuck next to your partner for a good four hours.
The climb itself wasn’t too strenuous, and I had chosen the sunset climb, which meant I got to watch the sun go down over the city, which was incredible.
It also happened to be couple’s night, so a guitarist strummed love songs at the top while couples gazed lovingly into everyone’s eyes and a few different people proposed. It was very romantic, and if you look carefully, you can see me squeezed uncomfortably in the back of all their celebration photos. Win!
Since they don’t let you bring your cameras to the top, (something about terminal velocity), they have a photographer come up, which means they can charge exorbitant prices for your precious memories. Seriously, it was $20 for one photo, $40 for two, or $60 for ten. Obviously I chose all ten, but I’m a genius and had them put it on a USB (I don’t bring my laptop with me), so I waited three long weeks to view them in all their glory.
To that end, you guys are welcome:
I am literally the most awkward person ever.
-Carissa “Da Monkey” Rawson