03.01.2009 - 03.01.2009 23 °C
3rd January 2009
Out the bed I jump for my day of Sydney action - the day is overcast and fairly cool which i'm pretty pleased about. I psyche myself up throwing a few 'Rocky' style punches and I'm good to go! Sydney Harbour Bridge? Piece of cake! Myclmib ttime is 9.35am so arrive about 9.10am giving myself plenty of time to worry about my fitness ability to do this! I avoid the need to talk to myself in the mirror... "you're a tiger..grrrr" no motivational chants for me! But isn't it just typical that my guide is a 6ft4in stapping Australian hunk called Adam who looks like he's just come straight off Bondi... I need to focus, I need to concentrate! Even my blood pressure doesn't give me the excuse not to climb so I don my beautiful grey jump suit (surely Tom Ford or Roberto Cavalli has something to say about these??), my hat, walkie talkie and rain pouch. I feel gorgeous. Worst of all, I actually have to walk along the street like this - Deborah Yardley you could have warned me!!!! Still, if Anna Nicole Smith and Harry Potter can do it, I can do it!
We start our climb and I'm with a good bunch. Thankfully after the first section to the first pylon, the path beneath you is covered but still disconcerting when you first start. The next section I now realise is to be the worst and really nothing I can't now handle after my efforts of last week at The Pinnacle. Its a straight upwards climb up about 6 flights of stairs which you have to do all at once or you're holding up the line. The fact that you suddenly appear between two lines of traffic feels insignificant as you climb higher and higher. Upon reaching the top, a slow arched walkway is before us which takes us to the top of the bridge - easy peasy! After a number of photos and a chat through the different viewpoints (including a massive cruise ship which has suddenly appeared!), we head on down back to base.
I've done it! Thanks for such a memorable Christmas present Kathy and Tony!! xxx
I'm sad to leave my grey jumpsuit behind but The Rocks weekend market is calling me and my credit card. Didn't buy a great deal, just a photo to remind me of my climb. I decide to jump back on the Explorer bus for another tour around. I stop at Mrs Macquaries Point to get the pictures I couldn't get on New Years Eve and then back on the bus to Paddys Market in Chinatown. By this time, having drunk very little and not had food, my head is painful so rather than trawl through the markets (which, to be fair, are akin to the ones we get back home!), I head for a drink and a rest. Back on the Explorer bus to Circular Quay and despite having good intentions to catch up on my blog, I'm'' thinking that an early night may be a better idea?! I must be getting old!!