(November 23, 2017) Martin Place is just one train station away from my hotel in Sydney, Australia so I decided to see it. I still have a few hours left anyway before heading to the airport to catch my flight back home.
My itinerary for today centered on three themes: the animals endemic to Australia, the beach and that thing that made Sydney what it is today: its harbor.
For the first two, I rode a ferry. Sydney is Sydney because of its harbor, so I had to experience it and not just look at it.
First stop was Taronga Zoo, where I saw kangaroos and koalas for the first time.
Next was Manly Beach:
Then I returned to Circular Quay, rode the subway to Milsons Point, and crossed the Harbour Bridge.
I don’t have much time to write too much text today so this post will be filled with images instead.
I’ve always had this impression of Bondi Beach that it’s perpetually uber crowded. Maybe because of the pictures I’ve seen or how it is portrayed in the media.
So I deliberately went to Bondi Beach on a Monday, believing that there would be fewer people because it’s the start of the workweek.
There were indeed not too many people on the beach when I visited. But maybe because it had just rained, and not necessarily because it’s Monday.
The Sydney Opera House looks spectacular regardless of where you view it from.
Before coming to Sydney, Australia, I had read somewhere that it’s virtually impossible to take a bad photo of this architectural marvel.
Now that I’ve seen the Sydney Opera House in person, I agree 100 percent with that statement.
So I have this small “project” on Instagram: I’m aiming to post my travel pictures so that I can access them online in just one place. You see, my photos are scattered across various gadgets and storage devices. I’d like my Instagram account to be some sort of “one-stop shop” for the travel photos.
My officemates told me I can do that on Facebook. Well, Facebook owns Instagram so it’s the same difference.
Anyway, while looking for stuff to upload, I saw pictures of a replica of the city of Venice taken during a gathering of journalists in Macau, China. That replica is in the Venetian Hotel.
I wondered why I took pictures of the sky. I normally don’t do that. Then I remembered, it’s just an artificial sky, a mere sky ceiling.
Pictures are indeed not just pictures. They also serve as documentation of our past.
I was looking for pictures to post on my Instagram account when I came across the photo below, which was taken in Beijing, China.
That’s my mom, and behind her was our tour guide.
Early this month, I stayed overnight at a hotel in Pasig City, Metro Manila, Philippines. The picture below shows a view of the Marikina River from my room.
It’s located inside a residential complex that includes condominiums and commercial establishments such as restaurants, a grocery store and a bank.
Residents and hotel guests alike can use the amenities such as the gym and swimming pool for free. But what I liked the most were the basketball courts. I’ve never been to a hotel that had one.
Would I stay again at that hotel? I’m torn, because while I enjoyed practicing on its indoor and outdoor basketball courts, I found it a bit pricey. I don’t know which part of me would prevail: the basketball fan or the budget traveler.
You can’t say you’ve been to Berlin if you haven’t been to its most famous street: Unter den Linden.
Here are some of the attractions you’ll see along the street and its immediate vicinity:
Berliner Dom or Berlin Cathedral. The picture on the left also shows the Fernsehturm or TV Tower
At the western end of Unter den Linden: the Brandenburg Gate (Brandenburger Tor in German. See map)
There’s a part of Berlin’s Reichstag building, home of Germany’s national parliament, where walls could talk. Well, almost.
A bit of history. Zzzzzz. No, I personally find this interesting. You see, by early May 1945 during World War II, Red Army soldiers of the Soviet Union had captured the Reichstag.
So after seizing control of the building, they wrote graffiti on its walls, some of which are still visible.
Our German guide acknowledged she didn’t know how to speak Russian. But she told us that, in a nutshell, the message written on the walls was “losers.”