It has come highly recommended and seems some how illegal to visit Watsons Bay without grabbing a box of fish and chips from Doyle’s restaurant.
Sydneysiders rave about this eatery, but why?
Because, darling, its all about location. Situated on the edge of Watsons Bay, offering you something rather magical before you depart back to Sydney’s busy city. You see, when the sun sets in the distance – beyond the great ocean - dipping behind the arching harbour bridge you can snuggle into some messy dinner and a beer with the sea salt still in your hair and a cosy cardigan wrapped around you. Choosing to sit in the restaurant or the beach beside the dock.
It’s one of those things you do that makes the evening finish on a corny but very beautiful note, as you nuzzle down your fishy and chippy. It doesn’t come cheap, as nothing does in Watson Bay, setting you back $13. Do ask for salt and vinegar on your chips. Lemon and (oddly) a sachet of hot plum sauce is provided, otherwise this meal is rather bland and no view can make up for poopie food.
If there isn’t enough reason to visit this stunning coastal gem, its Doyle’s. A restaurant that has been open since 1885… when Australia itself just opened for business!
*All images are from Google. I forgot to snap this one!
Before setting off on my travels I purchased an array of books that wrote on the subject of travel… cliché I know, but there we are.
…it will nudge some part of you that is usually told to behave.
On Amazon I found The Backpacker by John Harris and this has become one of my favourite reads of the year, if not one of my favourite’s full stop.
You begin by hating the author and then very quickly fall in love with his ability to explore the world on almost no means at all, expect for a few good friends and a very small conscious.
Once I’d finished the book I realised two things: Firstly, I felt like such a do-gooder and almost immediately wanted to do something reckless and impulsive, but then I realised I would get caught and it would all end terribly and this is why I don’t do those things. Secondly, the author must of changed his name because he commits some hilarious and jaw dropping misdeeds throughout Australasia. It’s also impossible to find a photo of him on Google.
Harris’ novel is witness to those things you hear people tell tales of: “this happened to a friend of a friend” – but they actually happen to him and with every page you read it will nudge some part of you that is usually told to behave.
Searching for insurance is one of my most feared parts of travelling. Why? Because it’s boring, so utterly boring – but it’s also very important, too.
A single trip to Europe or a multi-trip adventure – my first point of browsing is Travel Supermarket Dot Com, or rather:
this gives me a condensed list of recommendations and my headache lessens, slightly. Call it a shortcut, but it’s marvellous.
Once I’ve picked two that are within financial reason and cover my essential 3:
Baggage and personal belongings loss/delay
*please note you should scan over the small print to double-check what you have to do to claim and what you can claim for.
This then leads to a final check on Google for the public’s reviews. Explore the company and their system for helping people out if it all goes wrong.
Insure away, print and relax – you’re covered.
In the past we’ve gone with Insure & Go, Debenhams and the Post Office.