Sydney: Liverpool to Fairfield 22km

Going deep west via ferry to Circular Quay and train to Liverpool for a walk in western Sydney.

As Good Mrs was heading for the airport and for a day trip down to Melbourne, I joined her up until Museum where I had to change train. Byeeeee.

An hour later, I arrived in Liverpool. This is the train station with Georges River to the right. Picture taken from Newbridge Road and the bridge that presumably have given the road its name.

The first kilometer of this hike is anything but unattractive. Newbridge Road is noisy and after turning off at Bridges Road, it looks like this. Have they cleaned out a brothel somewhere in the area?

Just one more example of the “sight-seeing” at this stretch.

I was then entering Haigh Park and now it got more interesting. You know that you are in a multicultural part of town when you see this, a dedicated place to “dispose religious items” as the sign says.

Reality hits again soon enough. The ever present shopping trolley could be found yet again deep into Haigh Park.

I was dying for a cup of coffee and as I have done this hike before, I knew that there were few places along the way to get a caffeine kick.

There is this little rundown stripmall off Epsom Road in Chipping Norton that has an old fashioned milk bar with chairs and tables outside, so why not? My OK coffee was complemented with a banana that I had brought from home.

Much of the pathways on this walk looked like this. Parkland along Georges River and its offshoots with paved walkways.

An appropriate name. The walkways lead themselves to a bit of flaneuring and I met quite a few people doing just that, many with accompanying dogs.

And here Liverpool Council had provided a pretty comprehensive outdoor gym. Complimentary exercise was calling.

Yep, I stopped for a short while to exercise other limbs than just the legs. Good for stretching too of course.

Well, not everybody was flaneuring. A bloke and his unicycle passed me at one point.

I remember this from last time. The paved path goes on and on until… It doesn’t go anymore.

Still no signs or warnings, but people had voted with their feet as usually is happening when obstructions occur and a de facto walking track had developed slightly to the right and through the bushes that you see.

Not long afterwards, it was back on backstreets. The not very aptly named Riverside Road not only was some distance from the river but also filled with car wreckers and the like.

Fortunately, the now closed off for traffic Arthur Street provided an escape route soon enough. The ex-road is still walkable and open for cyclists and I did see a bloke on a bike passing through.

I was then very temporarily back on Newbridge Road as I needed to cross Georges River before turning north again, parallel to Henry Lawson Drive.

An interesting feature and reference to days passed by along Henry Lawson Drive. This artwork is a memorial to the area’s past during the Second World War. Bankstown Airport is across the road and some inventive camouflage was used in the area at that time. This structure commemorates that.

A nearby sign explained the history a bit further.

I was soon into Henry Lawson Reserve between Georges River and the road. Looked pleasant enough as I found a picnic table and benches for consuming the lunch that I had brought with me. Yes, more tuna and rice crackers.

The reserve had its own traffic sign system as these signs could be found throughout.

This sign told me I was on track. My destination was Fairfield station via Carramar station, so all good.

Some time later, I crossed Prospect Creek to get to Carramar station where I used this colourful pedestrian tunnel to get to the other side of the train tracks.

Approaching Fairfield Park, I was surprised to see this creek in a very natural state apart from the built up rocks on the right side. There was even the familiar sound of flowing water. Nice.

I crossed Fairfield Park and Vine Street to get to Fairfield train station for the completion of today’s hike.

Unfortunately, or should that be fortunately, my next train was 25 minutes away. The wait allowed me to take a stroll among the Fairfield shops and it sure is a different world compared to Manly, very Arabic and multicultural. Very interesting.

However, my train arrived and I was soon on my way back to Circular Quay and the ferry back to Manly.

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