With everyone recovering from the huge night that was my Birthday, we decided to head to Manly yesterday. Getting around 10 people together and moving as one is a big enough ask at the best of times, but stick a bunch of wayward, hungover backpackers together, most of whom speak broken English and you’ve got a recipe for disaster.
Our aim was to hit Manly around 11am. We didn’t leave the hostel till about 12 lunchtime, and then took close to an hour to walk from Central to Circular Quay. All this was in good fun, and we did finally make it. I spent a while on the beach, then headed to the pub for a couple of quiet brews while the others sunbaked.
We capped off the night with an impromptu barbeque on Shelly Beach with some great entertainment provided by Jamie’s massive cooking effort. Later I watched the stars and contemplated the infinite of space alone on the lookout at the Heads. At least I got the last ferry back to town, which cannot be said for the rest of the crew.
