My
top travel buddies – Cade, Michael, and Vince – and I decided to head out for
the weekend to explore some new territory.
Our destination: Newcastle!
Situated
160km north of Sydney, Newcastle is the second largest city in New South
Wales. With a metropolitan area
population of approximately 540,000, it is the seventh largest city in all of
Australia. I had received many mixed
reviews on Newcastle, so I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. First settled in 1797, Newcastle’s discovery
was somewhat accidental – a ship searching for some escaped convicts wandered
up the Hunter River where they stumbled upon a deep port and an abundance of
coal. They set up shop and called for
the vilest of criminals from Sydney to help mine the resources. Those most dangerous of criminals gave
Newcastle a rough image. With the coal industry
still going strong (Newcastle currently reigns as the largest coal export port
in the world), that rough image remains.
On
the flip side, Newcastle is balanced out by a large university with 30,000+
students and all the perks that come with having a large, young, educated
population in the city. Lonely Planet
named Newcastle one of the top 10 cities (in the world) for 2011 due to its
great surf beaches, subtropical climate, diverse dining, nightlife, and the
arts. Indeed, we found all of these
things in Newcastle, though I’m not entirely convinced that Newcastle should be
ahead of Sydney in any list.
We
started our Newcastle weekend off with a walk down Darby Street – Newcastle’s
main drag for funky cafes, restaurants, galleries, and boutiques:
The
Archibald Prize – an annual portrait contest sponsored by the Art Galley of New
South Wales in Sydney – was on tour at the Newcastle Art Gallery. Seeing as all four of us had missed it in
Sydney this year, we decided to pop in and check it out.
Along
the riverfront, the city has been redeveloping to include apartments, offices,
and a plethora of restaurants and bars.
There are also a smattering of museums and a few pieces of public art.
The
next day, we drove the five minutes over to Newcastle’s famous beaches for
brunch and a walk along the coast.
Newcastle’s
famous Ocean Baths are massive saltwater pools built along the shore over 100
years ago.
Nobby’s
Head sits at the mouth of the Hunter River with its lighthouse on top.
Originally
an island, the small channel between Nobby’s Head and the mainland was perilous
for ships. After a few shipwrecks, and
after the realization that the height of Nobby’s Head was obstructing wind for
ships’ sails, the government decided to connect the island to the mainland and
lower its height by about half. The
result: a much safer passage for ships
going around the other side of the island and views of the city that still look
good despite its lower stature.
At
the former tip of the mainland where Nobby’s Head is now connected sits Fort
Scratchley – opened in 1882 to protect Newcastle from a potential Russian
invasion around the time of the Crimean War.
Giant,
rotating cannons were aimed at both the sea and the river to protect the city
from intruder ships. Some of these cannons
were able to shoot up to 13km away.
The
only time that the fort was put to the test was during World War II, when a
Japanese submarine started firing on Newcastle.
The fort shot back, missing the submarine (ooops!) Luckily, nobody in the Australian mainland
was injured.
The
best part of Newcastle, however, was our Saturday night. We headed over to trendy Beaumont Street for
dinner, drinks, and dancing. Home to
Newcastle’s first arrivals of Italian and Greek immigrants, the neighbourhood largely
maintains its strong Mediterranean culinary traditions but throws in some
cheapo Thai, Indian, and other options as well.
It’s also home to a lively pub scene and Newcastle’s two gay bars.
Oh
yes. Newcastle has gay bars. And two of them at that!
After our dismal yet hilarious experience at Flamingo’s in Hobart a few months ago, we were expecting the worst for our night out on the town in this small city. We started off at “The G” – the Gateway Hotel. We entered to what I can only describe as something along the lines of the Island of Misfit Toys. But we kept it classy…
It
was karaoke night, so we ponied up to a table and started throwing back a few
beers and mixed drinks to cope with the awful singing, the awful hair, the
awful clothes, and the awful old (60-something maybe?) straight guy on the
dance floor who was very obviously putting his hands under this old woman’s
sweater to feel her saggy breasts. God save us.
We
decided that shots were in order, but the semi-cute bartender (surprise!) very
politely told us that shots are not available in Newcastle as it is against
city ordinance.
Oh
my god where are we???
Despite
the awfulness around us, everyone seemed to be having a really good time, so we
couldn’t help but actually enjoy the atmosphere and sing along to some of the
better songs (or sing along loudly to drown out a few of the singers). It was also awesome because it confirmed for
me that, while I may be 99% tone deaf, I am far better than the average person
at The G.
After
that, we headed over to Unity, Newcastle’s other gay bar. We entered hesitantly to find thumping music,
a crowded dance floor, people actually dressed up nicely, and a drag queen and
shirtless dancers on stage (imported from Sydney!) This actually was… a good gay club. They even had disco balls, laser lights, and
smoke machines! No scary bogans trying
to sing power ballads off key. No “Body
Heat Men” dancing to Grease Lightning like we encountered in Hobart. And most importantly, no old straight couples
getting frisky on the floor.
Thank
god.
After
a few more rounds of drinks and a good run of dancing, we decided to retire to
our hotel (after a 3am stop for some greasy food to prevent a hangover). Is it actually possible that I – the one who
is always the first to leave and always in bed by midnight – stayed out later
in Newcastle than I have over the past few months in happening Sydney?
Bravo,
Newcastle. Bravo.
All
Newcastle needs now is about 2 – 4 million more people and I might consider
moving there. Until that happens, I
actually wouldn’t mind going back for another weekend away.
Who
knew?
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