After my 15-hour sleepless flight across the Pacific Ocean, I wisely made Manly Beach my first stop in Sydney. It was so easy to get to. I just walked to Circular Quay, purchased a ticket for the 11:30 ferry and hopped on. The ride was only 30 minutes. There was a Jet Cat ferry that makes the trip in 15 minutes, but it didn't make another run until 4pm That was OK because the leisurely pace of the regular ferry was good for my jet lag hangover. At the ferry terminal in Manly, it was a walk across the street to the Curso, the boardwalk of shops and fish & chip places that separate the beach from the town. The fish & chips smelled good and the shops looked inviting with lots of knick knacks to spend my money on, but I was tired, had a headache, and much to driven by a desire to sleep on sand to stop. Another walk across a street lead me to the steps of the beach. It wasn't very big, easily walked from end to end and being a workday, very few people were milling about. The water, however, was packed with surfers. To my left were the eight volleyball nets that lined the beach, but they were empty. The noon sun was warm on this brisk fall day so I walked to the middle of the beach and set my stuff down for an afternoon nap.
Three hours later I awoke to the sound of children. A group of school girls had arrived for afternoon volleyball practice at Manly (What a classroom!). Finally having gotten some sleep, I strolled the beach which has soft, fine brown sugar sand in a perfect crescent shape. The beach was lined by fur trees towering above the beach walkway and casting late afternoon shadows over the volleyball nets. Ocean-front homes and apartments clung to the cliffs on each end of the beach. Several joggers ran back and forth. There was more activity now, perhaps people were getting an early start to their weekend. After walking the full length of the beach I returned to the volleyball nets to find the schoolgirls gone and some adults playing. Finally my chance to play in the Southern Hemisphere! I asked if a landlocked Coloradoan could join them and they let me. Ian and Jess allowed me to pepper with them before playing a game with two other guys. It was not a pretty game; I was still jet lagged and hadn't played in sand (especially this deep) in years and struggled getting around. Jess didn't seem to mind. One game was enough for me (and probably enough for Jess too) so I sat out the next two games opting to take photos of my gracious hosts. Yawning I knew it was time to go and said goodbye to the locals and headed back to the ferry terminal just making the 5:30 return trip.