Silly me forgot to take the map directions with us, so we weren't totally sure what we were actually doing. Bro was relying on me to know and of course, I'd had holiday brain since before even arriving in Sydney...lol.
Instead of going all the way to Central from Circular Quay, we were supposed to get off at Town Hall. It meant walking a good distance, in who knows what direction, or getting back on the train to Town Hall and walking 700 meters to Chinatown for lunch.
I wasn't impressed with Chinatown and being accosted every few steps by waitresses basically throwing menus in our face, wanting us to choose their restaurant. Then we got conned into signing some partition. Fortunately it wasn't long before we were through the entire 'town'. Bro was eager to have lunch, but I honestly didn't feel right about eating in any of the places there. We decided to wander through the market building located opposite, but found there were no price tags on anything. I was interested in a handbag, but naturally with no price tags, I assumed the stall girl would approach and offer assistance. Instead, she chose to help out someone else who came along a few minutes later, who also happened to be Asian. Perhaps I just wasn't the right nationality...lol.
I couldn't understand the no price tag thing, until bro pointed out they can charge different people different prices that way. To me, that's just wrong and a turn off.
On the way back, we raced through Chinatown, not knowing where to go if we were to walk around it. But we got suckered into a restaurant that looked ok from the outside. We asked to dine inside, as I prefer not to be breathing in cigarette smoke, and we were taken upstairs. Instantly I had a bad gut feeling about this place. It was such a strong feeling that I couldn't ignore it and eat there. It wasn't any one thing I could put my finger on, it wasn't the cleanest but not filthy either and it didn't smell bad, but you have to listen to a gut instinct that strong! I would have hated getting food poisioning or anything and ruin the holiday.
Bro was getting antsy by this stage and fortunately we stumbled upon a kebab store where he had lunch. It's weird, but I'll only eat lamb kebabs and it wasn't an option at this store. I chose to get Hungry Jacks, seen as how it's something we don't have in good old Kingaroy. I can't say it's something I'm a fan of, but it's 'ok' as a change once in a blue moon.
After lunch, it was back on the Town Hall train (once again the train stations are confusing as to which track you actually require) to Circular Quay.
I for one, was grateful to be back on a ferry on our way over to Manly. It was more of a case of being able to say "been there", than anything else. Once there, I was glad we had made the trip over. Manly is rather different to the city. Because I had forgotten the map, I wasn't sure on how to get to Manly beach from the wharf, so we walked in the complete opposite direction until things just didn't look right. You have to laugh, but I don't think bro saw it that way....lol.
Neither of us were in a grand mood due to the Chinatown failure, but things started looking up once we were on the right track and we found Ben And Jerrys ice-cream store.
Hot damn, do they know how to charge or what! I went with a cherry flavoured ice-cream in a waffle cone which was ok, but nothing to really write home about. Way over priced!
I had been super excited to go to that store since planning the holiday. There's a fuel station between home and Brisbane who sells small and large tubs of Ben and Jerrys. We often like to stop there for a small tub treat. But I found the actual store to be a little disappointing.
We ate our ice-creams on the beach and were amused watching the seagulls almost taking off with someone's (who wasn't paying attention) lunch. At the time, I couldn't be bothered taking my shoes off and paddling in the water, but I wish I had of. We followed the beach a reasonable way looking for a fish and chips shop that had been recommended. Unfortunately, I wasn't sure which end it was located and bro wasn't interested in walking the whole length of the beach and back. On our way back to the wharf, we came across what the locals call 'The Corso' where you can find almost anything you want - plenty of chemists and yay .... clothes shopping! I came back from there with a lighter credit card and more baggage.
We caught the ferry back to the apartment from Circular Quay. On the journey home, a gorgeous little boy (no older than 18 months) came up from behind my seat and started tickling me. So cute! I got chatting to his mum who was rather embarrassed about her son's new found hobby....lol.
In the end, the day turned out much better than it started!