Sydney walking through the woods

▲ Choi Jae-hoon, travel writer

Sydney mornings are very noisy. It’s a place where you can’t hear a single car, but the birds are constantly chirping from dawn to the point where you can’t sleep in oversleeping. Moreover, in Sydney in summer, the nights were so short that the sun had erased the dawn and rose early, so oversleeping in the first place was hopeless. In addition to this, I had no choice but to get up in a hurry, even because of the diligence of my friends and couple, who do their best to take care of the guests who come to the house after a while. After making repairs as soon as they are available in the morning, at 9 o’clock, they set out on today’s journey like a knife. Normally, I feel exhausted in the morning, but thanks to my friend who rented a big car for the three of us, I can’t be this light in body and mind. At least it was destined to be a good day.

people soaring over the cliff

Cars leaving Sydney head straight south. Sitting in the passenger seat, chatting over the last night, I didn’t even realize the scenery outside was changing. About an hour later, the city had disappeared and the surrounding area was green. The first destination we arrived at was Stanwell Park Beach. More precisely, Stanwell Park Top Hill overlooking the beach. As soon as I got out of the car, the strong wind that surged from the bottom of the cliff made my hair scrambled, but the calm beach and the secluded townscape with the sandy beach calm my eyes a little. The top attraction on this hill is paragliding. Athletes with parachute backs jump off the cliff one after another, passing among the spectators on the other side of the descent towards the cliff. The paraglider, which seemed to disappear from sight for a moment, soared into the sky on the wind above the cliff, and started to speed towards the sea. Those who started first have already reached the edge of the sandy beach. As a ‘Julbo’, I didn’t dare to dare, but after a while, I was always like, ‘Did you ever try it?’ The regret left behind.

bridge over the sea, cichliffe

When his face, tingled by the wind, sounds the wind limit warning for a day, he leaves the hill and heads a little further south on the coastal road, revealing a quite familiar landscape. The ‘Seacliff Bridge’ crooks like a snake that crosses the sea while clinging to the cliff. It is a bridge over the sea that I remember seeing for the first time in a car commercial. I park my car in the middle of the bridge, over the sea, and look down the railing. I feel in danger on the bridge as the rough waves of the Pacific constantly hit the cliffs and piers. this landscape. Man-made, but unrealistic. I don’t know who it is, but the recklessness of the person who first thought of making a bridge like this has turned the unreal into reality. We got back in the car and drove a little south to reach a secluded beach. While the children indulge in sand play, the adults take a moment to sigh and prepare lunch. It’s lunchtime, but boiling water for cup noodles in the carnival trunk is all it takes. It may not seem like much, but the combination of a beach in the south of Sydney, a carnival trunk, and cup noodles felt unusual. It’s like two families sitting in the back of a car, chatting and eating ramen. It’s probably one of the most memorable scenes from our trip to Australia. These are the memories of the trip. Overwhelming scenes like Cichliffe seem to fill the memory, but even trivial scenes like the giggled cup noodle scene fill the memory with a similar size. It may be the same as not being able to make a proper movie with just a huge narrative.

Canopy Walk, Forest Walk

After lunch, we set off right away and our next destination was a park on the side of Jamboroo, between Wollongong and Kiama. It would be more accurate to call it a forest full of rainforest rather than a park. Its name is Illurra Fly Tree Top Walk. It was a famous place for the Canopy Walk, where you walk on a promenade made from the top of the trees in the dense rainforest. The average height is about 25 meters, so you can think of it as walking on the 10th floor of an apartment building. From the moment I arrived at the entrance, I don’t know if it was raining or foggy, but I had to buy raincoats one by one in a hurry because water droplets were floating in the air with the wind. The road to the canopy walk was already fantastic. The dark and winding forest road was slightly obscured by fog, creating an eerie atmosphere. The children started shouting ‘Chorus’ with screams whether they liked that kind of atmosphere. It was a bit masculine, but it was fortunate because there were few people because of the weather. Finally, climb up the revolving stairs of the tower that lead to the canopy walk. Although it is 25 meters high, it didn’t feel that high because the bottom was so dense. Instead, it was unavoidable that the wet wind blowing through the forest made not only the raincoat but also the face wet. The canopy walk seems to be more suitable for this kind of weather than a clear and sunny day. Do you feel the mystery of entering and exiting a world of another dimension? By the time we left the canopy walk for about an hour, we were all soaked in forest bathing, not forest bathing.

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