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Tasmania has a lovely small airport and after dropping the rental car back and checking in we relaxed in the lounge. The flight back to Sydney went without incident and once we had collected our bags we used a shared minibus service to drop us off at the YHA Sydney Central hostel.
The hostel was very familiar to Mum and Dad who had both stayed here in past visits to Sydney. We had a four-bed dorm room to ourselves for two nights. There was one slight problem when we entered the room – someone’s bag and belongings were on one of the beds! We all went downstairs to grab a bite to eat at the restaurant attached to the hostel and let reception know. They were confused, everyone should have checked out of that room, so they would try and resolve the issue.
While eating lunch the receptionist came over to explain the situation. The girl who should have checked out wanted to stay for longer, so in-turn they offered us an upgrade to a family room with a TV. Excellent start to our stay! Dad then received a text from his brother who let him know that he would be in Sydney tomorrow for Australia Day. He was flying down with his wife as he was being treated to a harbour cruise during the celebrations for his 50th birthday. The kids would see their Uncle and Aunt one last time!
We really didn’t do too much for the rest of the day! Dad went out and bought some supplies. Mum oversaw the kids learning and then we all relaxed and watched TV.
The following day was Australia Day. Catching the train to Circular Quay we joined the crowd at the harbour celebrating. Lots of Australian flags were being waved around and a few people wore some fantastic Australian themed costumes. Walking around to The Rocks area we ate a street food lunch on the curb before watching the many ships sail past the harbour. We then caught a ferry to Manly and walked to the beach. The kids had a little time playing at the beach before we had to catch the ferry back so we could meet up with their Uncle and Aunt in the Rocks.
We found a place to eat and messaged Dad’s brother so they knew where to meet us. It turns out he wasn’t feeling too good and they were the opposite side of the harbour, by the opera house. We finished our dinner and met them halfway at the ferry terminals. There we had one last catch up and had a couple of drinks before saying our goodbyes. Unfortunately, our Son developed a heavy nose-bleed when his Uncle turned him upside down which put a slight dampener on the evening!
We caught the train back to the hostel where the kids watched TV and we packed our backpacks for the following day’s flight. Our time in Australia had been all about family and friends. It was a nice half-way point of our trip but we were now going into the unknown. Neither Mum or Dad had travelled to South America before and our next flight was taking us to Santiago, Chile…