all aboard popeye

sydney is all about the harbour. if you’re not near it, staring at it or on it, you’re simply not sydney. and that is something we’re just not prepared not to be.

having a flat that overlooks the harbour means we’ve got the near-it and staring-at-it criteria ticked. all we had to do was find a way to conquer the third. the answer? jet boating!

while jayde was in town, the three of us boarded a stunt boat that twisted, turned and spun as all aboard screamed, laughed and – to paraphrase geri – got absolutely soaking wet. it was 45mins of pure fun.

but once is never enough so we found a way to take to the harbour again: a learn to sail class. i think when we booked, we were imagining lounging on a deck, sipping champagne while staring at the harbour. i can assure you, it was not.

learning to sail means training to be crew – we tied knots, upped the sails, steered the boat, ducked s the boom swung over our heads and grasped nervously to the sides as the boat tilted so much it made the jet boat experience look tame. it was three hours of work, three hours of fun and three hours of understanding why the harbour is the heart of the city.