BridgeClimb Sydney

Yesterday was one of the best kinds of days. You make plans but don’t hold expectations that are too high. It is an event to look forward to and be excited about. Not so many things go wrong. A big-ticket item like the BridgeClimb offered an enticing excuse/incentive to get out of the house and spend quality time with some favourite friends.

They’ve just opened for business again, with extra measures for Covid-19 safety. Along with the BridgeClimb tickets, you also get complimentary access to the lesser known Pylon Lookout. The lookout is currently closed due to the tightness of space, but at some point we hope to go back there and compare that perspective with those of the climb itself. We took in unobstructed panoramic views of the harbour, becoming tourists in our own city. We chose a late afternoon time slot, such that day would transition into twilight as we ascended. Our proximity to the winter solstice may also have helped with this.

I always think that people are so keen to explore new lands when they don’t even have a deep physical experience of their own country. I was lucky to have travelled domestically with family and school while growing up. The growth of my travel has slowly expanded further and further away from my roots. However, I consider many places as motherlands: Australia (where I belong), China (my ancestry), the UK (our colonial roots), Singapore (a second home) and Africa (the birthplace of humanity), to name a few. At this stage though, just being outside is something to appreciate.

When it was all over, we went to feast on pho and bingsoo and mango pancakes. There is nothing like your home city. The longer I stay and live and exist, the more the layers of memories and stories build up. They are mostly benign.

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