Another glorious day in paradise. The perfect day the tackle the ludicrously picturesque Manly Walk. Winding its way for 10km along the fringes of the World's greatest harbour, the track starts at the Spit bridge and finishes at the famous beachside suburb of Manly. Along the way secluded beaches, rocky coves, stunning lookouts and bubbling streams vie for the walkers' megapixels. Cafes and ice cream trucks vie for Mei's megastomach.
The locals have seen it all before - another weekend horde of city slickers puffing and panting their way along in their never-seen-a-drop-of-sweat designer sportswear.
Not your traditional catwalk...
Hard to believe that if you keep sailing out to the glorious blue horizon you'll end up in a rainy, damp, cold land where the closest you'll get to a beach is stale re-runs of last year's Home & Away.
Rock takes a breather with some fellow rocks.
The half-way marker. 5km down, 5 to go.
But of course, because a quick boxing match is the natural thing to do on a magnificent hidden beach. Er, yes...
It can't be that deep. Rock wonder's if he's found a shortcut to Manly.
The locals have seen it all before - another weekend horde of city slickers puffing and panting their way along in their never-seen-a-drop-of-sweat designer sportswear.
Not your traditional catwalk...
Hard to believe that if you keep sailing out to the glorious blue horizon you'll end up in a rainy, damp, cold land where the closest you'll get to a beach is stale re-runs of last year's Home & Away.
Rock takes a breather with some fellow rocks.
The half-way marker. 5km down, 5 to go.
But of course, because a quick boxing match is the natural thing to do on a magnificent hidden beach. Er, yes...
It can't be that deep. Rock wonder's if he's found a shortcut to Manly.
