This is like, the western side of Sydney bay or something, cannot see anything from the window. I even wrote a poem to describe this predicament:
Well seeing as I can't see anything the only logical course of action is to go outside and take a look around. It turns out that the bridge is right next door. In fact that's what you're looking at from the hotel, except well, you can't see the actual bridge.
So going up to the bridge I noticed this...'lane' on the right of the stairs. Not sure if bike lane or wheelchair access.
The problem with going across a bridge is you have to run all the way back. But the good thing is that sometimes the scenery is different depending on which way you're going.
- Room number
- Phone number/travel agent
Anyway that's all for Sydney adventures. Next time: misadvanetures in more interesting places.