On Tuesday we took Pip's recommendations and planned our day around Watson's Bay. First we took a thirty minute bus ride down to the quay and then we rode a twenty-eight minute ferry to Watson's Bay. The ferry was much smaller than the one we rode on Kangaroo Island and that made the rocking much less severe. The boat seemed to go very fast at thirty miles per hour and I had just enough Dramamine in me to realize that the ferry was nice but also that I needed to sleep.
The view of the harbor from the ferry was excellent. It was nice to see the city from outside of it. Matthew and Patricia enjoyed standing in the fresh air while enjoying the view. When we arrived we took a look around. There were multiple fish and chip shops all around us but knowing Matthew, we couldn't just stop at the first one we saw.
As we searched for a good place to eat my Bertha hunger once again took over. "Ugh lets just eat here" I said as we approached the first restaurant off the ship. To my disappointment, Matthew and Patricia kept walking. I continued to protest until Matthew called me out on my desperation. "Haley, you're desperate right now, you aren't thinking clearly."
"Yeah but we might as well just go in one. We don't have to have something that's perfect!" and to that his response was, "wow, why don't you apply that advice to your dating life."
For the next ten minutes we joked about my dating life, or lack of, and I enjoyed several cat references at my expense before we finally settled on a fish and chipery called Doyles. It was, as I may point out, the first restaurant we had approached after getting off the ferry.
Lunch was quite delectable and the view of Sydney from our table was exquisite as well. After licking the fresh seafood from our lips we wandered inland around a winding sidewalk in search of a cliff Pip had told us about. Eventually we found some sort of cliff covered in grass and complete with benches for sitting. There were several people laid out on the grass enjoying the sun. We sat for a while too and wondered aloud what it would be like to own one of the fancy houses in front of us or to even have a one day's access to their private beaches.
After checking out a portion of the area we took a bus back to our apartment and called it a day. We were all worn out and Patricia and Matthew had to pack for their trip back to the states!