Mickey's

Beautiful promenade on Darling Harbour with a fantastic view of the National Maritime Museum. Lots of amazing food and bar options along the stretch. Good place to go for a run as well ! You also get a view of the CBD buildings from this end. Lots of places to just sit and relax and watch the cruises and boats go by. Many cruise ships start and terminate their journeys here. There are many paid parking lots slide by but pretty expensive. You can also reach the Sydney Aquarium as you walk along the stretch. Good way to spend couple of hours on a lazy weekend !

Arrive here by ferry and you'll see all these luxury an Cruise boats lined up on the wharf. There are bars and restaurants on the other side, generally fancy and more pricey fare. It's nice to sit here but really don't expect too much from the views, the opposite shore is a stone throw away. You can see the naval museum.

An excellent location with many bars, restaurants and entertainment

“Yeah Buoy Jungle Boat Party” If the pun in the title of the 4 hour saga you are about to embark on is not enough to give you a bad Oman, remember this: I would bet $50 on half of the patrons not actually knowing what the “buoy” is in nautical terms. Therefore, equipped with this knowledge, you know your experience could be amazing or a test of pure will which the memories will be cookies, to keep in your Goggins cookie jar for a later occasion. Did I have fun, yes and no. I at least had a purpose there. I was there for my friend’s 30th, which just like him, did not make much complete rhyme or reason why it should be on a boat full of British back packers with their faces and implants melting in the heat while the sickly sweet vaped nicotine swirls lucidly around their sticky, painstakingly customized bangs. Could I have had more fun, by simply not being sick and not filling myself up with a very unwise cocktail of substances, yes. While on a boat cruise where English is spoken by all, but no one seems to understand a word another patron mentions, I indulged in a silly contingency prize. I knew that I was down, so trying to put my face by the door on and mask my fatigue and course of penicillin side effects, I drank moderately, consumed cannabis and mixed that with a singular magiv mushroom. It was so toxic and horrible to be in this vacuous headspace surrounded by vacuous dementor people that I recommend this experience to all. It will humble your supposedly fortified mind like drowning in your underpants in navy seal training. My friends were cool and the only thing grounding me. The others felt like s lopsided hurricane and mish mashed the boulevard walkers of Miami, Majorca and Cairns into an awkard gay time on a mardi gras cruise. The boys who have necks like vultures from years of abused posture awkwardly leer like literal vultures at the lass’s who indignantly ask the fridge of man mauri at the downstairs toilet “So I can’t even go and have a wee!” vapes, phones and drinks cluttering around their bejewelled fingers. They drop them down the stairs, almost purposely, coupled with a cheeky pommy grin as the mauri concedes early and understands they are just following their physical totems of addiction down the stairs to then plead closer to the rotten bathroom door.