An attempt to visit every suburb in Sydney.

This south-western suburb is one of those "nothing" ones that nobody cares about. Surprisingly, it does contain a couple of gems...

An Excellent Park: Wiley Park

This south-western suburb is one of those "nothing" ones that nobody cares about. Surprisingly, it does contain a couple of gems. 

Wiley Park

Although Wiley Park is walking distance from my previous suburb Punchbowl, I chose to conserve my time and energy and hop on the train for one stop to reach the suburb. 

The station ejects you onto the very main King George Road, and Wiley Park's feeble attempt at a commercial centre. 

Business here is clearly not booming, with plenty of locked shutters on this Saturday afternoon. 

My goal was to head south and check out Wiley Park... Park which sits on the southeast corner of the suburb, so naturally I continued walking down King Georges Road. Before that, I did see some pretty cool street art though.

A bridge crosses the rail line and I was surprised to get an unexpected peek at our lovely little city skyline.

Further down, I would discover that Lakemba Public School is actually in Wiley Park and not Lakemba. Scandalous. 

Just a little bit downstream of the school is this amazing temple belonging to the Vietnamese Cao Dai religion. This is not a religion I'd ever heard of before so it's definitely interesting seeing such an impressive temple in an otherwise fairly unnotable suburb like this. 

Tired of inhaling car fumes, I took a turn off of the main road and onto the much quieter residential streets. 

Wiley Park is a fairly low income suburb (with household income about a third below the national average) and the houses are fairly representative of that. Here, I saw plenty of the older style brick apartment buildings common throughout Sydney, with the occasional McMansion sprinkled in for good measure.

I was initially excited when I saw this blue house with a rainbow fence, thinking some eccentric fellow must live here. Sadly, it turned out just to be a daycare centre. 

After a short distance, I eventually hit the actual Wiley Park which the suburb was presumably named after. 

This park was about 1000% better than I was expecting.

First of all, there's a lake with ducks, geese and other birds. (I like birds).

There's this pointy guy.

And there's a few very pretty paths cutting across the whole thing. 

Most importantly though, there were actual people in the park! 

Far too often on this blog, I find myself somewhere beautiful, with absolutely nobody enjoying it. I would like to recommend that more of us follow the example of our Wiley Parkian neighbours and enjoy the lovely world outside of our houses. 

At this stage, I had checked off all that I planned to see in this small suburb, so I had to make moves for my next stop. To get there, I crossed to the other side of King George's Road and through some more residential streets.

On the way, I passed one of the few Wiley Park businesses actually in operation (I've also never seen a convenience store which sells brooms, maybe that's their secret to success.)

I also passed plenty of small and very cute houses.

Special exceptions go to this house though. Our friend here is clearly of the opinion that more is better.

From this side of Wiley Park, I hopped on a short bus ride to my next suburb.

Wiley Park: Tupac cares, if don't nobody else care.