When I was at Uni and an impoverished student, one of my favourite things to do was take the ferry from Circular Quay across to Manly…and back again.
As we left the Quay I’d look at the passenger ships moored at the Overseas Passenger Terminal and dream about the day when I might be able to afford a trip on one of them- to somewhere warm and tropical, with white sands and palm trees.
Out on the water, I’d hang over the edge, enjoy the spray on my face and allow the wind to clean out the cobwebs in my brain.
No matter how hot and humid the day, out on the harbour there was always a breeze. I especially loved those stormy days when the ferry would bump and sway through the open waters near the Heads.
On a student concession it was an affordable form of stress release.
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