The Manly Scenic Walk

Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore: there are no words. you simply have to see it.

If the key to operating a successful business is to know who's going to be most likely to view your product as a gift from above and then being in exactly the right place to make that happen, then the man with the ice cream truck parked at the one microscopic piece (for several kilometres anyway) of the Manly Scenic Walk that actually runs next to a road, on an incredibly beautiful but incredibly warm day, has it all figured out. Ching and I rounded the bend, panting and sweaty, leaving the cover of the eucalypt forest (which, although providing shade, simply blocked all air movement), looked up at the railing at the edge of the highway, looked at each other, went "oh no, we're not, are we???", and then promptly scrambled up the slope, around the barrier and up to the window of the ice cream truck. Half melted mango gelato never tasted so good.

Oh, the Manly Scenic Walk is absolutely breathtaking, Ching almost stepped on a lizard, lorikeets are both flashy and funny, and if you need to track us down 20 years from now, we'll be living in one of the million dollar apartments right at the water.