Wow, where do I begin? This weekend has been the most unreal experience and I still don’t think it’s sunk in yet. On Saturday morning we arrived in Sydney, a city I never imagined visiting. It’s the city you instantly think about when picturing Australia. The Opera House is the first image you see whenever searching for anything Australia wise, and the Harbour Bridge NYE firework display is supposed to be the best in the world.
It’s funny because this weekend I’ve realised that although amazing, Brisbane has thus far topped my favourite cities in Australia – although a quick update, we’ve just arrived in Melbourne and already love it. But there’s something just so surreal and overwhelming about seeing the Sydney Opera House and the Harbour Bridge for real – with my own eyes. Not only that, on Sunday evening I witnessed Sydney’s New Year firework display from Sydney Opera House.
I always said that the moment it all sinks in that I’m in Australia, it’ll be when I see Sydney Opera House with my own eyes. And even now, I can’t quite believe that I made it. As we walked around the corner and caught the first glimpse, I instantly felt overwhelmed and full of emotion. That’s the building everyone thinks of, there, right in front of me. And opposite that was the Harbour Bridge. Even now, two days after seeing them for the first time, it feels like a whirlwind, like it never happened.
We arrived in Sydney on Saturday morning and spent the afternoon strolling around the grounds of Sydney Opera House and Sydney’s Botanic Gardens in the blistering 37 degrees heat. I’m not exaggerating when I say it was scorching hot to the point where I became far too delirious for my own good. But Sunday (New Years Eve) was the big one.
Leaving the hotel at 8:15am, we got to Circular Quay at around 9am, greeted by a lovely rain shower, and waited for around 10 to 15 minutes before making it to the Opera House. I still don’t quite know how we managed to blag a view of the fireworks from there, but we did, right in front of the iconic Harbour Bridge.
We waited around for 16 hours, napping on the Opera House stairs, strolling around the grounds and playing several games of Brisbane top trumps. It was tiring, to say the least. My legs were aching from the standing around, I could feel my eyes starting to drop and my whole body was just knackered – but it was all so worth it. The view we had of the fireworks was breathtaking, we were so lucky to be where we were, standing right there with a direct view and being sheltered by the fireworks surrounding us from all over.
The whole experience was insane. Everything single year I turned around to my parents and say that one year, I’ll be in Sydney watching the fireworks on New Years Eve, but to actually say I’ve done it is unreal, and I never in a million years imagined I’d get the view that I did. We decided against filming the whole display, and only took a few photos – which is a whole blog post in itself, but Sunday was a day and night I will never, ever forget, and a story I’ll never become tired of telling.