We stayed in a lovely hotel near the Chinese Gardens near Darling Harbour. It was a reasonable walk to Darling Harbour but it was worth it - so many things to see & do & places to eat, it was great. And not once did we feel unsafe, even once it got dark as people seemed very friendly & there was a visible police presence which just deters trouble. Highly recommend Darling Harbour/Chinese Gardens area for a romantic weekend or family day out.

Sydney is really the most amazing place to visit. Its natural beauty is truly breathtaking. The Beaches are arguably the best I have ever seen. For those who like the more cultural bits Sydney truly has it all.

Great place to visit but wouldn\'t want to live here.

Plenty to do and see both within the city and surrounds.

Beaches, shopping, Opera House, sightseeing, zoos, historic walks, harbour cruises, restaurants, pubs, clubs and events.

The pollution is horrid and visitors often suffer allergies as a result, and in this I\'m not alone.

But for a weekend or a week Sydney is a great place to visit before you head to a truly beautiful part of the world, Queensland!

Oh and if you catch the ferry to Manly, make sure you stop at Max Brenner\'s Chocolate Shop on the Manly Wharf... A MUST SEE AND TASTE!

My home town and I am very proud - if you want it, you can find it in Sydney especially restaurants, bars and cafes and some great beaches

Great place to visit but I wouldn\'t want to live there. The pollution is disgusting as are the thousands of smokers. Great touristy spots to see, and any trip to Oz should include a trip to Sydney if only to climb to the top of the Harbour Bridge, see the Opera House, go on a Luna Park ferris wheel, up Centrepoint tower and take a ferry from Circular Quay to Manly for a Max Brenner Hot Chocolate!

So much to see and do. Great tourist destination, heaps of shopping, history and food. Take a ride on the monorail, ferry to Manly and visit the art gallery and Darling Harbour.

The Parking at the Hotel was a little troublesome as was the location of hotel falling on a oneway street.Check-in was slow but this was a busy day .Probably should of had more staff on . The room was the usual standard four walls and bathroom had nice products but a little too small. Checkout was not explained clearly resulting in a long walk to find the pay station and having to pay extra money through lack of knowledge.

What\'s not to like about Sydney. So much to do in the daytime and more to do in the Nighttime. The Harbour Bridge Climb is a must for anyone who visits Sydney and also visiting Darling Harbour for the shopping or food is an excellent experience. You can have either a really cheap day out or an expensive one depending on your taste. It has one of the best Casino\'s in the world if you like to go for a flutter and the weather is great about 95% of the time. Too much to do and not enough space to write it all down. There is no other city like Sydney in the world.

Best little city in the world, having come from NX would not live anywhere else.

A very fast moving city with lots of people pretending they are richer than they really are. Go south to melbourne for a better, cheaper city with nicer people

Sydney is an amazing city for travellers, so much to see in such short proximity. The major landmarks like harbour bridge, opera house the botanical gardens (with all its bats) and the shopping (wow ladies must do). I found the Queen Victoria Building right in the centre an awe to look at with it high ceilings and old features and my favourite Darling Harbour - it is a place in itself. Right in the centre of the city, with lots of greens to relax including the chinese gardens, and lots to do like the convention centre, sega world, the kids playground, the cruises, the restaurants, the aquarium and again the shopping. Sydney is a must see. These are just a few of the things to see.

The habour is maybe the best in the world and walking the Rocks or sitting at the Opera House looking over to Luna Park is magic. Outside of the city, Sydney is a mangle of unfathomable, unnegotiable roads. If you are sane, you won\'t drive here or like me you will be still paying off toll fees from roads that loomed out of nowhere and traffic fines for parking in places where the signage was ambigious. Expect no mercy from your letters of appeal.

Three days is hardly enough time to do Sydney.
I doubt three months would suffice for the city that has everything, from
clubs and pubs to markets, malls and museums, not to mention the beaches and
bays.
However, three days over Labour Weekend was all I had to shop till I
dropped, go walkabout, sample a snippet of culture vulturing and experience
the famous Sydney nightlife.
My adventure began with a rude awakening at 4am on Saturday, interrupted
from my precious slumber by a scantily clad man chicken-dancing to the
sounds of Faithless’ God is a DJ, played at alarming decibels.
The unorthodox wake-up call did the trick: we made it to Wellington Airport
in record time, only to discover my vego meal had been messed up.
Once on Aussie soil three hours later, I was in for an even bigger treat.
“Is this your only passport?” An unsmiling customs and immigration official
repeated, waving my battered British passport.
I blinked at him in sleep-starved confusion.
Turned out the travel company had got my date of birth wrong on my visitor’s
visa so it didn’t tally up with the one on my passport.
Luckily, those nice Sydneysiders saw the funny side and we were unleashed
onto the unsuspecting public, armed with a map, backpack and about to be
maxed-out credit cards.
Catching a double-decker train to the Town Hall, we made it to the central
city in a matter of minutes.
Wandering across Hyde Park on a Saturday morning, I was instantly struck by
two things. Not only was the great ball of fire beaming down on us in
generous doses, the centre was a ghost town.
Sydney – or as the locals say, “Seeed-neee” – was recovering from the night
before.
The only sign of life was the Innc Hotel on Pitt Street, pumping out
nosebleed techno for the hardcore massive at 9am.
Dumping our bags at our hotel, we caught the monorail to Darling Harbour,
renowned for its wharfs, gardens, markets, sculptures and restaurants.
The 2000 Olympics had rushed the entire city into dramatic development and
nowhere was this more apparent than Darling Harbour, with its flashy hotels
and eateries.
Catching a tram to Glebe, we admired the suburb’s quirky mix of colourful
characters, art deco buildings and massive markets, selling everything from
bongs to bongo drums.
Glebe is where Wellington’s Cuba Street meets Thorndon, an eccentric and
eclectic mix of bohemia and gentrification.
I found Sydneysiders the friendliest city-dwellers I have ever come across
(although watch out for the crazy inner-city driving), delighted to show off
their stunning metropolis to the world.
Then again, with 340 days of glorious sunshine, wouldn’t you be?
Adding “maaaate” to the end of each sentence also helped to ensure an
enthusiastic response.
As I sipped a soda in the midday heat, I pondered on the sheer magnitude of
the city’s prime attractions. Everything in Sydney is giant-sized. The
malls, the streets, the markets, the parks. Even their standard Coke cans
are 14 per cent bigger, offering a generous gulp of 375 millilitres.
One thing that wasn’t so large, unfortunately, was our shoebox hotel room.
In travel agent lingo, “boutique” translated into small – and we soon
discovered what “lively” meant.
All the more excuse to treat our blistered feet to a further workout,
walking along Pyrmont Bridge by the Maritime Museum, where the half century
old Onslow Oberon class submarine is now permanently parked.
George Street provided an endless sprawl of shops and arcades, with
window-shopping almost as much fun as the real thing, especially at the
ultra lavish QVB (Queen Victoria Building), complete with its regal displays
and salubrious stores.
Finding a place to eat in Darling Harbour on a busy Saturday night proved to
be a major mission, with many venues requiring prior booking.
The harbourside district was bustling with partygoers and fashionistas, off
for a night of clubbing and pubbing in one of the city’s trendiest
districts, which boasted long-running Cockle Bay nightclub Home and many
upmarket watering holes.
Saturday’s sunshine morphed into a soggy Sunday, compete with thunderstorms
and torrential rain – the perfect excuse to check out the indoor Paddy’s
Markets, a mass of knock-off imports, bargains and bric-a-brac.
Upstairs was Market City, housing over 34 factory outlets and 120 stores,
not to mention some pushy bargain-hunters.
“Where are you’s from?” One stallholder enquired.
When we replied we lived near Wellington, the blank look on his face said it
all.
“It’s the capital of a small country in the Pacific called New Zealand,” I
couldn’t help but quip.
“You might’ve heard of it?”
Several hours later, we were suffering from a curious concoction of retail
therapy and shopper’s remorse, juggling a mountain of bags and brollies as
we battled through crowded Chinatown in a storm.
The city that never sleeps apparently drops dead on a Sunday afternoon and
finding a bite to eat in a place that wasn’t “Mackers” around Circular Quay
proved impossible.
Instead, we flagged down a cab, giving our bewildered driver an unusual
assignment.
“Over the bridge and find us a feed!”
Oohing and ahhing at picture postcard views of the lit up Harbour Bridge and
Opera House, we were soon delivered to a Thai restaurant in North Sydney,
supplying copious amounts of delectable delights.
Labour Day fined up considerably, so after stumbling across the largest
street art exhibition in the Southern Hemisphere, “Outside the Square”, we
headed back to Circular Quay and caught the ferry to Manly Beach.
The 30-minute trip to Sydney’s top surfing spot took in stunning cityscapes,
with high-rises soon replaced by seaside mansions and sailboats.
Being a regular business day in Aus, the popular hangout was almost
deserted.
The beach itself was a scene straight out of Neighbours (or the more
geographically-correct Home & Away).
As we stepped onto the golden sand, we watched a gaggle of nippers, clad in
red and yellow lifesaving uniforms, jogging across the shore.
Soaking up sunrays, we took a cruel pleasure in knowing it was 13 Celsius
and raining back home.
Yet all too soon, it was time for a reality check.
Reluctantly shaking the sand from our shoes, we headed back to the airport,
a tad more tanned and tired and certainly carrying more baggage than we did
on arrival.
The verdict on Sydney?
Hell yeah.
Just a few final words of advice.
Booze can only be bought from bottle shops, not supermarkets.
Don’t drink the coffee, eat before you get to the airport and pack comfy
shoes.

Absolutely love the harbour - everyone gets to have a piece of it. There are lots of places where one can have the perfect view, you just have to know where to find it.

Gotta love your home town. Locals often forget all that there is to do and see in Sydney. Some of the best restaurants, bars, and live events are located here. Whether you\'re a visitor or a resident, you must see all that you can to truly appreciate the harbour city.

If you meet someone who was actually born in Sydney, it\'s rare. It has it all and attracts all types, spend at least a week and go off track too. Do a food tour, it\'s world class; walk around from Taronga Zoo to Balmoral then have brunch by the beach, can\'t beat it. Manly beach beats Bondi (especially Bacino coffee bar!) except when it comes to Gelato. Paddington markets and street shopping is a good day out. Mainly, its just a beautiful city!

I love sydney, so much to do and see!

A CITY WHOSE BIGGEST TOURIST ATTRACTION IS CLIMBING A BRIDGE AND RISKING AND HANGING ON FOR YOUR LIFE. THE SYDNEY BRIDGE CLIMB IS A MUST AND GIVES NOT ONLY AN AMAZING HARBOUR VIEW, BUT ONE OF THE BEST CITY VIEWS IN THE WORLD.