[Photo Gallery] Hyde Park, Sydney

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I’m crazy about outdoor life. I guess I’ve never been an indoor-kind of person. I prefer natural breeze over chilled aircon air, warm sun-lit grassy yard over cold plush beddings, and kids whopping around cheerfully over those sitting nicely in front of TV.

Jakarta does not have lot of this kind of public spaces. That is why I always feel reluctant to leave home in the morning, just when my front and backyard feels best during the day.

When in Sydney last year, I always passed Hyde Park whenever I want to go. This medium-sized park seems to be strategically located so citizens and passers by are left with sense of longing to spend their time in this park.

Jakartans, you can envy this…

Wide boulevard under the green canopy
Wide boulevard under the green canopy
Lounging
Lounging over the grassy yard
A shady rest area overlooking Anzac War Memorial & Pool of Remembrance
A shady rest area overlooking Anzac War Memorial & Pool of Remembrance
Sydney Tower from the park
Sydney Tower from the park
Sunday picnic in the park
Sunday picnic in the park
Couple under the fountain
Couple under the fountain
The landmark of the park, the Archibald fountain
The landmark of the park, the Archibald fountain
The biggest chessboard I've ever seen
The biggest chessboard I've ever seen
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