Breakfast on the Bridge

Mix cows, six thousand people, truckloads of imported turf and lots of yummy food and you get the first ever Breakfast on the Bridge. Me and Ru Jih were lucky enough to score tickets to the event, where Sydneysiders were invited to picnic on the iconic Sydney Harbour Bridge – closed to traffic – as part of Crave Sydney.

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No end in sight... people queue to get onto the bridge

On the way up

Baristas serve up free coffee

When we got to Milsons Point, the line snaked around several blocks, seemingly with no end in sight. But once the queue got moving, it was a brisk walk onto the deck of the bridge. I don’t go well together with early starts, so thank goodness for the complimentary coffee.

The country comes to town

Cows... because Sydneysiders apparently don't know where their milk comes from

The human highway

The event seemed to have as its subtext the purpose of showing what NSW had to offer. Not only were Sydneysiders cajoled out of bed on a Sunday morning to experience their bridge in a different light, various produce from around NSW was showcased. Much like the Easter Show, the country was brought to the big smoke. If only they gave us some milk fresh from the cows they brought along to have with cereal.

Time to stretch out... picnic-goers set up

People wave at the TV helicopters

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For us, we… packed lightly (mmm, expired jam), so the free bread, jam, apples and yoghurt was much-appreciated – and very delicious too. I must say, I was rather envious of all the people around us eating their scrumptious homemade fruit salads, dips… and curries!

A little taste of home... free NSW produce

Glorious sunrise... and a baker with his wicker basket

Hats and showbags

I must say though, the further the event went along, the more you began to wonder what the whole point of it was. There’s not much of a view because of the railings around the side of the bridge, and despite their best attempts at trying to transport us somewhere else – with the chirping of birds and the croaking of frogs played over loudspeakers – the whirring of television helicopters and the vibrations of passing trains reminded you all too well where you actually were.

Ever watchful... photographers above

I Crave...

Say Cheese

Still it was something different, something to reignite Sydneysiders’ interest in their own city, but it’s something you’d only do once.

Show's over... people leaving the bridge

People out, clouds roll in

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