SYNOPSIS: Our series of the capital cities of Australia ends 'where it began'...in the settlement?
SYNOPSIS: Our series of the capital cities of Australia ends 'where it began'...in the settlement they called Sydney.
For it all began when Captain Arthur Phillip sailed harbour these waters - into what he called 'the finest harbour in the world'. And from that first convict settlement grew a city, clustered around the one-hundred-and fifty miles of Harbour foreshores.
The sea comes right into this capital of New South Wales...and shapes the days of the two-and-a-quarter million people who lives here. Sydney is above all a maritime city...and its birthplace is in one of the harbour's many inlets -- Sydney Cove.
Phillip's was the first sail...first of the many to skim the Harbour waters. Now more than two-thousand lift on the Sydney wind every weekend...and some take the course Phillip took as he explored the port, one hundred-and-seventy-four years go.
Into the quiet waters of Camp Cove, just inside South Head, where the first settlers landed briefly before pushing on up the harbour. It was five days more before Phillip landed in Sydney Cove.
Along past the stately homes of Point Piper, the water lapping at their doors. More than a century ago a "feckless dandy" Captain john Piper, built a mansion, "the wonder of the colony". Today the suburb which bears his name has some of the city's most eye-catching homes.
The bays were once fringed with old mansions....but many have long since gone to make away for modern homes, and apartment buildings. Underneath stone walls, swimming pools and yacht anchorages.
Elizabeth Bay, in the shadow of the city; and Government House, built of yellow sandstone in 1837....now dwarfed by the towering glass and aluminum of the skyscrapers at Circular Quay.
Captain Phillip hoisted the British flag here, and a colony of tents spring up around these shores. Today, Sydney Cove is the doorstep of the bustling metropolis.
A few yards to the heart of the city. The people who call themselves Sydneyites come here to work, to shop or go to a show...but they don't live in the city proper. Nine percent of the total population stays. The rest heads for the suburbs of greater Sydney....by road.
Or the Harbour. On Saturday afternoons many make for Manly -- named after the manly bearing of the aborigines Phillip's men saw here...its one of the oldest, and gayest beaches.
And Manly is just one of more than twenty beaches near the city.
Some come to surf...others merely to watch...or taste the trade wind off the sea...But all throng to the beaches which vie with the harbour as the city's summer playground.
The ferry, once the only means of transport between north and south shores, has been largely replaced by the Harbour Bridge.....but is still part of the Sydney scene...Homes and flats again fringe the Harbour on the north side...in itself a city, but part of that city just across the waters.
The Harbour extends thirteen miles inland from the Pacific, past the penthouse dwellers of Blues Point. An older contrast is found in the century-old homes of Hunter Hill...built by the early merchants, where the harbour ends, and the rivers begin. The Parramatta and the Lane Cove here...
By -- and on the river....there's something to suit everybody.
One fifth of Australia's people live in Sydney....and most enjoy a pastime which is typically Australian....Surfing, at one of the city's necklace of ocean beaches. With its crescent Bondi, can take one-hundred-thousand beachgoers.
Everything comes down to the beach...even if the owner doesn't intend to brave the water.
Johana from Hungary is among the newcomers who've adopted Sydney's love of the sea...Gregory is a Bondi lifesaver...just two of many-thousands....
And when the sun sinks the young people of Sydney follow the bright lights to the hill above the city...to Sydney's little bit of Paris. King's Cross, with its cosmopolitan throng, its tightly packed flats and apartments, flashing signs and shops that rarely close.
The restaurants clamour for custom...German, French, Hungarian, Italian, Swiss, American...every taste is satisfied. Theatre-goers visit shows in the city, but dine at the cross. Others come here to visit the nightspots, or simply to look............
The Cross is different. Its among the most densely populated areas of the world, with a window onto life.
Nearby are sophisticated nightclubs.
But from the gaiety of Kings Cross, from almost anywhere, its only a step to the water.
More than two-million people, five rivers, the Harbour and the sea....never far apart...that is Sydney.