The next day we met up with a hungover Phil, who'd gone out again despite insisting he was going to have a quiet night and recharge. We all went to Manly for the day, a suburb that has the harbour on one side and the beach and sea on the other. We caught the ferry from Circular Quay, and enjoyed the crossing, with its stunning views of the enormous harbour, with coastlines that looked like something from the Med - all rocky sides, crashing waves, and wooded areas. The harbour was teeming with life, a playground for the city goers who like to take out their boats on a weekend, as well as light aircraft in the sky swooping low above us, and tons of ferries. Manly was a lovely, with a long sweeping beach, and
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