In theory a trip to Manly should be straight forward. We could walk a few minutes to Museum Station and catch the train with one intermediate station to Circular Quay or one of the Oxford Street buses displaying Circular Quay. We made the grave error of choosing the bus.
The bus dumped us on the southern side of Bridge Street and we then had an over 350 metre walk to the quay. More annoyingly after we were kicked off the bus, it moved further along towards the quay where it waited for to make its next trip. At least it was a downhill walk but really if a bus has a destination of Circular Quay, that is where it should go. After investigating, from what I could work out, most Oxford Street buses do go to the quay, just not the one we were on. We grumbled about it to each other.
The Manly ferry has a clock face timetable, meaning it leaves at the same clock time every thirty minutes. I went to toilet while R double checked the time at the wharf. Staff informed him the ferry wasn't sailing and there would be a bus replacement. The bus turned up on the ferry time. I never realise until after it happens, but an Asian man pushed past me to get on the bus. The bus wasn't crowded. Earlier in the week we had a caught a ferry to Double Bay and we've caught the ferry to Manly many times, so I thought the bus trip might be interesting, and it was. Surprisingly the bus took the same time to travel to Manly as the ferry but it was Sunday with light traffic. One poor chap at the quay made a run for the about the depart bus and profusely thanked the driver for waiting for him. As the bus swung towards the Cahill Expressway and the harbour bridge, the man realised that it was not an Oxford Street bus. There was no where to let him off until we reached the north shore whereby the driver dropped him opposite a bus stop to return to the city.
We had lunch at our usual excellent place, Fusion Point, and it never disappoints. We watched surfers for a bit. Melbourne had gone into a one week lock down after a COVID outbreak and I intended having my hair cut soon after we returned home. We return Monday, one week lock down ends Thursday, but I had my suspicions and had my hair cut in Manly. Cash only at the weekends, Sir! Not sure what that is about. I was right. The Melbourne lock down was extended by another week.
The bus driver had told us when we left the bus at Manly that buses would depart from the same stop to get back to the city.
We went to the bus stop at the correct time and a bus did not appear and there were few people at the stop. I heard three hoots from the Manly Wharf as the ferry departed. I thought all ferries had been cancelled because of rough seas but apparently it was only the ferry we wanted to catch to Manly. Half an hour later we were on the ferry back to the quay it was the roughest Manly ferry trip I have undertaken. I tried to film it, but the footage did not show the rolling of the ferry.
We had another terrific meal that night upstairs at the Courthouse Hotel. Home time tomorrow, to Victorian lockdown. We had to fill in online permits using our phones to return to the state where we live.
Here are a few Manly photos.
Objects in the sea.