Man and His Van Removalists Sydney

Reliable and professional movers

Man and His Van have the reputation for quality and reliability throughout the Sydney CBD and surrounding areas.

Our Sydney removal work is both domestic and commercial with moving jobs ranging from a penthouse apartment at Observatory Tower, to a Martin Place Office relocation, to prop deliveries for Sydney Opera house. Man and His Van also work regularly for many of the art galleries in Sydney.

We’ll move you with the care that begins when you phone Man and His Van on 02 9907 3300 to make an inquiry, through the moment we arrive exactly on time to begin work (we never ever let you down by not showing), throughout the packing process (we can do all that or you can do it yourself), to the time when the farewell is complete and our vans depart. Same story when they roll-up at your new home. Everything unloaded with care and placed where you want it.

No surprises when you get the bill either. Our charges are industry standard and you’ll know the rates from the word go.

For removals in Sydney, whether home or office, the choice for the last 25 years has been Man and His Van

Introducing The Greatest Little City In The World

Ladies and gentlemen, Man And His Van brings you The Greatest Little City in The World.

The Emerald City of Sydney In the land of Oz

It’s Australia’s global city with 5 million residents and another million expected in the next 10 years. It’s also the country’s premier
international tourist attraction and produces around a quarter of the nation’s earnings.

Let’s assume you already know that Sydney has the world’s most beautiful harbour, the most fantastic opera house and a bridge whose image has been on your mind since childhood.

So we’re not going to mention them again. Let’s look instead at some of the Emerald City’s lesser-known delights.


Many of its suburbs have grown into cities in their own right. This greater Sydney sprawls from the blue of the Pacific Ocean almost to the foothills of the Blue Mountains. And at the core of this bustling metropolis lies the great central business district and its inner suburbs that form the international metropolis.

One might call it Sydney, Sydney. As in New York, New York and it’s about this inner Sydney that we write here.

It’s a busy city but not as frantic as Hong Kong or Noo Yawk. It’s kinda laid-back busy. Some new arrivals affect to despise this. Then they discover the knack of enjoying life and working hard at the same time.

Even our tycoons are pretty laid back judging by the time they spend at racecourses, sailing, and playing golf. Indeed, the only people one sees who don’t seem to take life easy are the garbage collectors. You see them only early of a morning running from bin to bin, barely able to keep up with their truck so they can get on with their days’ main purpose which is to get home, go to the pub, play golf, sunbathe at the beach, or take part in one of the city’s many other ways of enjoying oneself.

Many residents have energetic, even romantic lifestyles fuelled by inter-generational wealth and corresponding luxury; many others enjoy startling liquidity and conspicuous expenditure frequently leading to prolonged legal actions and occasional imprisonment.

mansion-sydneyThe first group is what passes as old money ie They’ve had it for two generations; nothing compared to the hundreds of years enjoyed by the magnate families of, say, Britain or Europe. But serious wealth nonetheless.

The big spenders are something else again and reporting their antics during their glory days is what enables Sydney’s media-owners to enjoy social positions somewhere just below the old money.

Then there is “we, the people” who, despite the extremes of Sydney society are not all that different from other ordinary city dwellers in Asia, India, the Middle East, America, and even from other parts of Australia.

The main difference for newcomers is that they don’t have an army of uncles, aunties, grannies, and cousins to provide back-up support in the first years of their arrival here.

But Sydneysiders are a friendly mob that welcomes newcomers. They’ll notice the arrival of Man And His Van at your front door within minutes and introduce themselves soon after. If they haven’t made their presence felt within a few days then go see them.

Don’t worry if their house is more flash or a hovel by comparison with yours, it’s an egalitarian society in which Jack, Mohammed, and Chong feel themselves every bit as good as their master whose name may be Wentworth, Wahid, Wong, or even Judy.

Being a mother with school-age kids is an instant passport to having a social life. Mums are friendly and social animals by definition. Within a week of moving to Sydney your kids’ school will produce more friends than you can handle. Most schools are sports mad and encourage dads to help out on games or to shell out with occasional cash donations.


Sydney kids play games, swim, scrape violins, and debate themselves silly no matter where you move. What’s the best school for them? Mark Bishop, a legendary headmaster at Cranbrook – one of Sydney’s leading (read “expensive”) boys schools, maintained that the best school for any child, regardless of family wealth, was one within walking distance of home!

Inner Sydney has more than 400 public parks and reserves with 12,000+ trees.

With its leafy streets and parks it’s become fashionable to call it The Emerald City despite there not being an emerald in sight. The name springs from the Green City at the end of The Yellow Brick Road in L. Frank Baum’s fairytale The Wonderful Wizard of Oz.


There’s plenty to explore with museums by the dozen ranging from great international-standard shows like the Australian Museum, in College Street, City; The Powerhouse, in Ultimo; and the Maritime Museum, at Darling Harbor.

On a smaller scale there is The Observatory, in the Rocks. Open every day, it also holds regular night sessions where you can stare at the stars through historic telescopes. Did you know that you could watch even our closest stars for as long as you like through even the world’s biggest telescope and never see the blazing balls that give out the light. They’re all too far away.


A museum with a difference is the Shellshear, at Sydney University’s medical school. It specialises in collections of human and animal collections.

The smallest museum of all lies deep underground in the centre of the CBD; it’s hard to find, open only twice a year and you have to enter a lottery to win admission.

This is The Tank Stream. The original river of drinkable water that supplied the first settlers ‘way back in January 1788 and was deep enough then for schooners to sail as far as present-day Bridge Street. Today it’s a mere trickle but it’s real history and very few living people have seen it.


Even finding it today isn’t easy … Go to Pitt Street where it joins Bond Street; walk south on Pitt until you come to a small street on your right named Curtin Place; Walk about 20 metres into this street and on your right you’ll see a plaque describing the Tank Stream. Just left of it is a nondescript door that leads directly to the underground stream. It’s always locked except for these two days a year.

If you have more sophisticated plans for your leisure in Sydney there is a long programme of festivals ranging from the Chinese New Year Festival, the Vivid Festival, and the Big Night Out.

On a more intimate scale central Sydney’s laneways are becoming increasingly lively with mini-restaurants and bars opening almost everywhere. The city council is encouraging pop-up events, mobile food stalls, and extended hours for cafes, shops, and galleries.

And then there’s Kings Cross, long renowned as the drugs and red light capital of Australia. But that was Then. Today any red light district worth its name elsewhere in the world would regard it as a Sunday school.

The dealers, street girls, brothels and topless waitresses are still there and more or less blooming amidst a surrounding host of trendy cafes and bars packed with mostly young, middle-class suburban people come to gawk at the scene. But nowadays they are the scene.


By day The Cross is just another suburb, by night its lights turn up and so does the action. The later it gets, the hotter it gets. When you feel the heat, it’s time to go home!

Home to the greatest little city in the world – Sydney, Sydney.