An attempt to visit every suburb in Sydney.

In this next post I continue galivanting through Western Sydney , heading east toward the  Inner West . Greenacre

A Day at the Four Seasons: Greenacre

In this next post I continue galivanting through Western Sydney, heading east toward the Inner West.

Greenacre

Leaving Sydney's warehouse, also known as Chullora, I entered Greenacre on foot. 

The entry to the suburb features this pretty sharp railway to nowhere. 

After crossing a main road, 

and walking directly through a car dealership (rather than go around the block),

I ended up on Waterloo Road, the road that becomes Greenacre's "high street" if you continue downstream.  I'll do that soon, but first, an Islamic School. 

I began the journey down Waterloo Road. 

This took me past this house, 

with a very unique front fence. 

It took me past this piece of art, 

and, interestingly, a boxing club that also appears to hold Islamic prayers and do community support services.

Continuing on, I found a camel-themed shisha store,

and a Middle Eastern grocer with dilapidated Sunrice blinds.

Despite these stores though, I still hadn't made it to Greenacre CBD. Here's a house as evidence. 

And here's another one. Is it supposed to be rainbow or is it only because it's still being built?

Walking through Greenacre, the residential views are fairly representative for Western Sydney, with a mix of older, modest homes like we've seen so far (though most without such well-groomed lawns as this one), 

and the occasional kind of flashy newer house. 

Here's a particularly flashy duplex. 

An additional special call out must go to the beautifully named Cardigan Road. 

I now wasn't too far from my Greenacre CBD destination. Only this very pleasant park, 

this house with an adorable point on its roof, 

the local fire brigade, 

some Islamic tutoring, 

and a Korean church with the aesthetic of those brick walkup apartments that are in every suburb stood in my way. 

Told you. 

Like a lot of Greenacre so far, its town centre is similarly Middle Eastern, 

and Islamic themed. 

In an otherwise fairly conventional suburban Sydney high street. 

Points of interest I ran into here include this poster with good life lessons, 

a cute little town square, 

with bonus mini playground and farmyard mural, 

and a juice bar where Rudy Giuliani likes to hold press conferences.  

But more important than that was that it was time for a meal after a day of much walking. 

How about a shawarma (that's an Arab doner kebab).

This place turned out to be more restauranty than I thought, offering complimentary Lebanese bread, 

(and fried bread too),

and very refreshing drinks such as this lemon-mint slush. 

The main course today was the chicken shawarma in crispy bread and with plenty of garlic sauce.

Above average falafel made for a good side too.

All in all, a very good meal. Worth trying out if you're in the area (or if you're not and would like a chicken shawarma, falafel and a lemon-mint drink). 

Having achieved my primary Greenacre goal, it was time to make my way to yet more suburbs. 

This took me past this groovy sign letting me know where I was, 

and through that little square I mentioned earlier. 

Now off Waterloo Road and into real Greenacre suburbia, 

I was a man on a mission to reach this suburb's border. 

This meant heading past a further mix of modest and flashy houses,

one of those plants you all tell me is killing us all, 

neighbouring one aggressive aloe vera, 

this weatherboard house in a pleasing shade of blue,

and a fence with wheels, 

to reach Punchbowl Road at this suburb's eastern border. 

These kinds of roads usually aren't much to look at - and this one is no exception - other than this interestingly styled storage centre in what is presumably a heritage building. 

My next suburb is over that bridge.

Greenacre: The place to go if you want shawarma, Islamic services or to host a press conference about unsubstantiated election fraud. 

1 comment:

  1. "Stone your political opponents" lol. A wholesome message. Oh the irony.

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