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Eat in. Sleep in. Experience a deluxe weekend escape with select Scenic hotels. Unwind with a bottle of bubbly, treat yourself to a delicious meal on the house and enjoy a leisurely checkout time of 2pm. All served with impeccable service and warm hospitality, at a price that will make you smile. $230 $245 $195 Scenic Hotel Auckland Scenic Hotel Bay of Islands Scenic Hotel Southern Cross Scenic Suites Queenstown Scenic Hotel Te Pania Terms and conditions: Subject to availability, valid for stays until 31 January 2010. Based on twin share. Up to $80 credit included for in-house food purchases, conditions apply. www.scenichotelgroup.co.nz/break 0800 NZ OWNED (69 69 63) OCTOBER 18, 2009 HERALD ON SUNDAY TRAVEL - SUNDAY DETOURS 3 AUSTRALIA Action packed Sydney has so many attractions it’s impossible to fit them all in, writes Sarah Lang . The imposing Opera House dominates Sydney’s well patronised waterfront. Newcastle Sydney Gosford NEW SOUTH WALES Tasman Sea 50km T HEY’RE HAVING a divorce.’’ At Sydney Wildlife World, an icecream-smudged boy of about 4 points at a wombat and wallaby, who look distinctly unimpressed with each other. Spotting my suppressed smile, his harried mum hurries her charge along. And I remind myself why I’m spending precious hours here on a short Sydney trip: to see a koala for the first time. Rounding a corner, I spy what looks like chunks of carpet stuck to a gum tree. Contrary to the myth, koalas aren’t drunk on eucalyptus oils, says a keeper, just perpetually ‘‘sleepy and cranky’’. You can’t help feeling they’ve got a raw deal. Clutching at a tree, the koala sleeps about 20 hours a day. But I’ve arrived just as their keepers carefully disengage them to have photos taken with tourists. Ten minutes later I step back into the ubiquitous sunshine at waterfront hub Darling Harbour, and try to decide where to go next. The menu is overwhelming. Flash your See Sydney & Beyond Smartvisit Card and you get free entry at 40-plus attractions in the city and environs: everything from bus to walk- ing tours, historic houses to harbour cruises; museums to Manly. I’m doing the A$165 ($200) three-dayer, but the week-long pass costs just A$225, and the one-dayer’s worth A$75 even if you just make a few stops. Next door to Wildlife World, the Sydney Aquarium also lays claim to the title of Australia’s number-one attraction. Its underwater oceana- riums are a must-see, if just for Mer- maid Lagoon. A wall-painting of the ocean is peopled by pirates lured to the depths by ‘‘mermaids’’ who, as legend has it, turned out — disap- pointingly — to be dugongs. Of just five in captivity anywhere in the world, two are here. As we’re underwater, traipsing through tunnels, I walk looking up, my neck craned at an awkward angle. Those sailors must have drunk a fair few tots of rum to mistake a dugong for a siren of the sea. A distant cousin of the elephant, it looks more like a cross between a hippo, seal and whis- kered old man. Alongside it, a shark zigzags past and schools of rabbitfish practise synchronised swimming. Past a potbellied seahorse, turtles sleeping with their heads in the ground and legs in the air, and sea dragons without discernible faces, I hear an Aussie tell his mate the fish are making him hungry. I couldn’t eat one after looking them in the eye, but I’m due for a kebab, and decamp outside. Although Darling Harbour’s a one- stop tourist shop — cafes, a mall, big- ticket attractions — I’m not drawn to its in-one-end, out-the-other com- mercial core. Too shiny and prettily packaged. I prefer Circular Quay, the waterfront at the other end of the CBD. Less circular now because of rec- lamation, it pulses with people: some taking their time, some scurrying for ferries. Buskers, musicians, statues and sculptures are reasons to stop. Here people really use the waterfront and public spaces, putting Auckland’s concrete-stretch Viaduct to shame. One way to get your bearings in Sydney is to take a lift (or 1504 steps) up the 305m Sydney Tower. Who knew Sydney had so many tiny islands, and fingers of land grasping at the harbour? The ’burbs extend end- lessly in each direction. One of the world’s largest cities by area, Sydney, at 1580sq km, is twice the size of New York, and 15 times the size of Paris. I peer through a telescope. From one angle, shiny high-rises sandwich the Opera House; from another they dwarf colossal churches. Out another window I spy The Rocks, the historic precinct so named because all the first sailors could see was a wall of sand- stone along the shore. Literally carved out of the rocks, the area is now a painstakingly preserved shanty town. With its cobblestoned streets, narrow lanes and old apartments with potplants spilling over the balconies, it feels more like the backstreet lanes of Spain than Australia. It wasn’t always so charming. By 1860, as I discover on The Rocks Walk- ing Tour, this was a slum full of drunkards, criminals and ‘‘fallen women’’. At an old sailors’ house set up to rehabilitate vice-worn seamen, you can almost smell the sweat, see the rats and sniff the tipple of choice: Blast Your Skull Off, a blend of wine, rum and opium with a dash of cay- enne pepper. When the bubonic plague struck in 1900, the authorities bowled a third of the area. In the 1960s and 70s, resi- dents who refused to be forced out saved it from demolition. Tired from my trekking, I stop at a waterfront cafe, where I hear much squalling and shrieking. It’s not the seagulls, but sopping-wet punters returning from an Oz Jet Boating trip. Aha, I think, that’s in my Smartvisit guidebook! At the nearby booth, I sign up for the next outing. ‘‘You’re going to get wet,’’ the captain grins. Twenty minutes later — as we spin under the harbour bridge — I open my mouth to scream and get a good gulp of salt. Back onshore, I run to catch an Opera House tour, arriving soggy and late to the disapproval of a camp-as- Elton guide, who grudgingly allows me to tag along. Over the next two days I scale the harbour bridge’s Pylon Lookout, visit four museums, one zoo, and bus to Bondi Beach. When the airport beckons, I still haven’t crossed off half the things in my guidebook. Next time, I’ll give myself a week. Or maybe just move here. WIN You and your family could be winging your way to Sydney — or one of five other Australian destinations — with Air New Zealand. See p6 for details on how to enter the draw for a trip for two, or a family trip for four. Read about other prize destinations in Sunday Detours over the next few weeks. DETAILS Air New Zealand offers daily flights from Auckland, Wellington and Christchurch to Sydney. Fares start ex-Auckland from $229 one way. For more information on flights, accommodation, travel insurance and rental vehicles, visit www.airnewzealand.co.nz; call 0800 737 000 or visit an Air New Zealand Holidays Store.

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Eat in. Sleep in.Experience a deluxe weekend escape with select Scenichotels. Unwind with a bottle of bubbly, treat yourself to adelicious meal on the house and enjoy a leisurely checkouttime of 2pm. All served with impeccable service and warmhospitality, at a price that will make you smile.

$230 $245$195Scenic HotelAuckland

Scenic HotelBay of Islands

Scenic HotelSouthern Cross

Scenic SuitesQueenstown

Scenic HotelTe Pania

Terms and conditions: Subject to availability,valid for stays until 31 January 2010. Based ontwin share. Up to $80 credit included for in-housefood purchases, conditions apply.

www.scenichotelgroup.co.nz/break0800 NZ OWNED (69 69 63)

OCTOBER 18, 2009 HERALD ON SUNDAY TRAVEL - SUNDAY DETOURS 3

AUSTRALIA

Action packedSydney has so many attractions it’s impossibleto fit them all in, writes Sarah Lang.

The imposing Opera House dominates Sydney’s well patronised waterfront.

Newcastle

Sydney

Gosford

NEWSOUTHWALES

TasmanSea

50km

THEY’RE HAVING a divorce.’’ AtSydney Wildlife World, anicecream-smudged boy of about

4 points at a wombat and wallaby,who look distinctly unimpressed witheach other.

Spotting my suppressed smile, hisharried mum hurries her chargealong. And I remind myself why I’mspending precious hours here on ashort Sydney trip: to see a koala for thefirst time. Rounding a corner, I spywhat looks like chunks of carpet stuckto a gum tree. Contrary to the myth,koalas aren’t drunk on eucalyptus oils,says a keeper, just perpetually ‘‘sleepyand cranky’’.

You can’t help feeling they’ve got araw deal. Clutching at a tree, the koalasleeps about 20 hours a day. But I’vearrived just as their keepers carefullydisengage them to have photos takenwith tourists.

Ten minutes later I step back intothe ubiquitous sunshine at waterfronthub Darling Harbour, and try todecide where to go next. The menu isoverwhelming.

Flash your See Sydney & BeyondSmartvisit Card and you get free entryat 40-plus attractions in the city andenvirons: everything from bus to walk-ing tours, historic houses to harbourcruises; museums to Manly. I’m doingthe A$165 ($200) three-dayer, but theweek-long pass costs just A$225, andthe one-dayer’s worth A$75 even ifyou just make a few stops.

Next door to Wildlife World, theSydney Aquarium also lays claim tothe title of Australia’s number-oneattraction. Its underwater oceana-

riums are a must-see, if just for Mer-maid Lagoon. A wall-painting of theocean is peopled by pirates lured tothe depths by ‘‘mermaids’’ who, aslegend has it, turned out — disap-pointingly — to be dugongs. Of justfive in captivity anywhere in the world,two are here.

As we’re underwater, traipsingthrough tunnels, I walk looking up, myneck craned at an awkward angle.Those sailors must have drunk a fairfew tots of rum to mistake a dugongfor a siren of the sea. A distant cousinof the elephant, it looks more like across between a hippo, seal and whis-kered old man. Alongside it, a sharkzigzags past and schools of rabbitfishpractise synchronised swimming.

Past a potbellied seahorse, turtlessleeping with their heads in theground and legs in the air, and seadragons without discernible faces, Ihear an Aussie tell his mate the fish aremaking him hungry. I couldn’t eat oneafter looking them in the eye, but I’mdue for a kebab, and decamp outside.

Although Darling Harbour’s a one-stop tourist shop — cafes, a mall, big-ticket attractions — I’m not drawn toits in-one-end, out-the-other com-mercial core. Too shiny and prettilypackaged. I prefer Circular Quay, thewaterfront at the other end of theCBD. Less circular now because of rec-lamation, it pulses with people: sometaking their time, some scurrying forferries. Buskers, musicians, statuesand sculptures are reasons to stop.Here people really use the waterfrontand public spaces, putting Auckland’sconcrete-stretch Viaduct to shame.

One way to get your bearings inSydney is to take a lift (or 1504 steps)up the 305m Sydney Tower. Whoknew Sydney had so many tinyislands, and fingers of land grasping atthe harbour? The ’burbs extend end-lessly in each direction. One of theworld’s largest cities by area, Sydney,at 1580sq km, is twice the size of NewYork, and 15 times the size of Paris.

I peer through a telescope. Fromone angle, shiny high-rises sandwich

the Opera House; from another theydwarf colossal churches. Out anotherwindow I spy The Rocks, the historicprecinct so named because all the firstsailors could see was a wall of sand-stone along the shore. Literally carvedout of the rocks, the area is now apainstakingly preserved shanty town.With its cobblestoned streets, narrowlanes and old apartments withpotplants spilling over the balconies, itfeels more like the backstreet lanes ofSpain than Australia.

It wasn’t always so charming. By1860, as I discover on The Rocks Walk-ing Tour, this was a slum full ofdrunkards, criminals and ‘‘fallenwomen’’. At an old sailors’ house setup to rehabilitate vice-worn seamen,you can almost smell the sweat, seethe rats and sniff the tipple of choice:Blast Your Skull Off, a blend of wine,rum and opium with a dash of cay-enne pepper.

When the bubonic plague struck in1900, the authorities bowled a third ofthe area. In the 1960s and 70s, resi-

dents who refused to be forced outsaved it from demolition.

Tired from my trekking, I stop at awaterfront cafe, where I hear muchsqualling and shrieking. It’s not theseagulls, but sopping-wet puntersreturning from an Oz Jet Boating trip.

Aha, I think, that’s in my Smartvisitguidebook! At the nearby booth, I signup for the next outing. ‘‘You’re goingto get wet,’’ the captain grins. Twentyminutes later — as we spin under theharbour bridge — I open my mouth toscream and get a good gulp of salt.

Back onshore, I run to catch anOpera House tour, arriving soggy andlate to the disapproval of a camp-as-Elton guide, who grudgingly allowsme to tag along.

Over the next two days I scale theharbour bridge’s Pylon Lookout, visitfour museums, one zoo, and bus toBondi Beach. When the airportbeckons, I still haven’t crossed off halfthe things in my guidebook. Nexttime, I’ll give myself a week. Or maybejust move here.

WINYouandyour family couldbewingingyourwaytoSydney—oroneof fiveotherAustraliandestinations—withAirNewZealand.

Seep6fordetails onhowtoenter thedrawfora trip for two, ora family trip for four.Readaboutotherprizedestinations inSundayDetoursover thenext fewweeks.

DETAILSAirNewZealandoffersdailyflights fromAuckland,WellingtonandChristchurch toSydney. Faresstart ex-Auckland from$229oneway.Formore informationonflights, accommodation, travelinsuranceandrental vehicles, visitwww.airnewzealand.co.nz; call0800737000orvisit anAirNewZealandHolidaysStore.