Tourists and commuters mingle and settle in on the Manly Ferry, waiting for the feel of the engines humming beneath the sapphire blue. Seven nautical miles to another world. We sit smug and watch tourist buses negotiate traffic around the Rocks. And head towards the Heads. Thirty minutes to the best of Sydney’s outdoors. A playground for young and old. To eat, shop, play, relax. So close to the city but so far from city stress. The Quarantine Station stands sentry among the bushland as our destination draws near. We reflect on Sydney’s early travellers
Thirty minutes to the best of Sydney’s outdoors. A playground for young and old. To eat, shop, play, relax. So close to the city but so far from city stress.
The coves and beaches come into view. Will we see the penguins? Cameras appear just in case. Is today the day we book a surfing lesson? Or hire a kayak to explore the hidden Private Store beach?
We disembark and walk through the Corso, linking wharf to ocean. Smells tempt, and appetites build. Decision time: a quick detour to Shelley Beach for a swim and then its lunch. We read each other’s minds: why can’t we live here?
F1 – Manly Ferry Service
From Circular Quay, Wharf No. 3 to Manly (Direct)