Here is some hard-earned advice!
If you are planning to watch the NYE fireworks on Sydney Harbour Bridge live, do NOT schedule golf for the next day.
Over 1,5M locals and tourists line the waterfront area of Sydney harbour each New Year’s Eve to watch probably the most spectacular display ever seen. And if you are serious about seeing it the way it should be seen…front on from the west side of the Sydney Opera House…you are in for a long day.
Camping out overnight will get you a spot on the NW tip of the Opera House peninsula. A 10:00 arrival will get you the last of the “front row” positions against the railings. A 16:00 arrival will see you standing on the Piazza, where the proximity to the beer tent and long row of green portable toilets is good, but your view of the fireworks is certainly 3rd class.
And having travelled half way around the world to see the “once in a lifetime” spectacular, a 10:00 arrival it will be. So there you are, a great view of the bridge, plenty of passing shipping traffic from the nearby Circular Quays to watch, great chance for people-watching as the masses stream in (behind you) and of course the occasional beer and spicy sausage roll to keep the dehydration and hunger pangs at bay. That takes you to 12 noon, which means there are now only 12 more hours in the baking Sydney sun, with your very own concrete patch to sit on and the crowds wanting to edge closer because the beer garden and portable toilets are not where they really want to be.
But somehow the time passes quicker than you can imagine…stand for 15 minutes, sit for 15 minutes. Stretch that to 20 minute spells and there are only 3 position changes in an hour…time flies at that rate.
Suddenly the aerobatic team fill the sky over the sweeping shells of the Opera House and another hour has passed. The sun starts setting and the bridge turns gold. Taking that all in speeds up the watch again and suddenly it is dark and the 9PM “family” fireworks light up the sky. Bright and loud, and gratefully it moves the time along as well as giving everyone a chance to get used to taking their photographs of fireworks in the night sky. Sony rules!
Just 150 minutes until the real thing…and the minutes drag but also fly past. The legs and back are starting to complain, the effects of a day in the sun are taking their toll yet deep down you do not want it to end…let this feeling of being one with another 1,5M souls last forever!
The “oooh” from the crowd is deafening as the countdown projected onto the pylon of the bridge begins. 10, 9, 8…the crowd counts down with the projected images.
And somehow 10 seconds has never passed so quickly.
The crack and sizzle of the display is drowned out by sighing of the crowd…the visual impact is almost too great to comprehend….the colours are like an exploding kaleidoscope.
And just as suddenly it began, so it ends.
20 minutes have passed and you cannot remember drawing a single breath. You experienced it. You lived it. You shared it with 1,5M fellow inhabitants of the planet and you were all drawn into the centre of the display. No outside world while the heavens reverberated and the exploding colours ruled the skies.
But then reality sets in… a long walk back to hotel or transport. On tired legs with a back begging for a horizontal position.
And when the first sun of the New Year rises later that morning, the body is quick to remind you that it spent 14 hours the previous day on a concrete sidewalk and has no intention of playing golf today. None what-so-ever.
So take the advice, avoid having to be surprised by the body’s complaints on New Year’s day and simply mark it off in advance as a rest day and book an early tee-off for the 2 January.
You will enjoy your first round of the New Year a lot more! Guaranteed!