I will resist the temptation to get political about vast, hideous sums of money that are pumped into meeting the demands of the IOC to create world-class sporting villages that are then left to age under-utilised, I will resists that temptation; and instead focus on what a wonderful opportunity it is to head out to Homebush in Sydney's west and make use of their World-class Olympic Aquactic Facilities (cue smile to the judges).
Given its location, which is far from most human life, we chose to go by car. Parking is ample and your ticket can be validated, upon entry at the pool, for a conditional 4 hours free parking.
Approaching the site itself is like entering a nuclear bunker and greetings are sparse. We were waved forward by a mute young man, whose only utterance during the whole transaction was 'six'. I assume this related to the dollar value of entry and whilst cursing myself for not carrying Monopoly money, I hand over the requested amount. With not a thank you or a curtsey for my hard-earned shekel we ventured in.
The bunker opens out into a huge venue with laned swimming in the Olympic pools to the left and a waterslide wonderland to the right - which drew a gasp from accompanying child.
We entered the modest changing facilities and I was the one to gasp next as I noticed two basins were blocked...with vomit. Shudder. I alerted a lifeguard to the 'issue' and he resisted the temptation to move me on and radioed for back-up.
We visited just after 1pm on a wet Tuesday and the pool was relatively quiet, though we've been in school holidays and I would caution against it unless you're going with very strong swimmers. It's BEDLAM!
The slides and general water madness are perfect for little swimming folk and wee man had a great time. There are regular soakings from various angles and it's all pretty hectic. Naturally the floors can be slippy and I rescued a splayed boy with a pretty impressive bruise to his temple, so caution all.
We spent a little time in the rapid river before heading to the spas for a little bubble. A word of caution though, I was very itchy when I came out of them and upon closer examination, I was covered in little red spots. Urk! I'm glad to say they've gone now but not before a cautionary monologue from a concerned lady in the changing room who horrified me with tales mind-boggling medical procedures to cure the pesky spots.
This might sound like a horror review and if you have issues about cleanliness - this might not be the place for you. It, very obviously in places, needs some attention but it's good fun, as long as you're willing to scrub a little harder and longer when you get home. We'll go back. I think. read more