There are few things in Australia that are more instantly recognizable as Australian than Sydney’s Harbour (Uluru, Kangaroos and Koalas perhaps, and I’m sure it changes for everyone). Many countries have an item or two that, as soon as you see it, you know what city you are looking at. The Golden Gate Bridge, the Statue of Liberty, the Eiffel Tower, Big Ben, Christ the Redeemer…and in Sydney’s case, the Opera House and Harbour Bridge rising behind it.
Despite receiving and accepting a job offer back in Sydney, I still had a few days to kill so I continued doing what I do best – travelling! I made it nearly as far north as the New South Wales / Queensland Border – I found myself after another train trip in Byron Bay, a backpacker mecca on the East Coast.
The next lovely morning in Coffs Harbour I once again set out for a walk, this time up the coastline and along some of the beautiful nearby beaches.
Leaving Canberra behind I headed back to Sydney, where I had a couple important meetings awaiting me. But again, I’ll come to those, just like I’d be coming back to Sydney a little later. Instead, a few days later I found myself on a train again, this time heading up the East Coast of Australia. I was headed to Coffs Harbour.
