Life's a beach (Bondi Beach that is)
Any night that doesn't start until 2am and contain lines like "throw the bottle, in anger, at the fan!" and almost everyone trying has to be good. Quite how I ended up with a crowd from Northern Ireland in a flat on Bondi Beach in the early hours dodging random items as they ricocheted around the flat having been flung (with varying degrees of anger) at a fan that had had the front taken off I'm not entirely sure but my sides were hurting for days (laughing as opposed to impact wounds) once I resurfaced.
Yes I did it, I've moved to Bondi and am living at the south end of the Beach and I have to say life is tough! I left Sydney's CBD in style, the night before the final eviction deadline I met up with some friends from America (hi guys!) and the stragglers from the flat and hitting a couple of bars. All went well until around closing time when it was suggested that we left the night club as Georges trousers had been ripped to shreds?!? At the time it all seemed so obvious, firstly we should try to get onto every boat docked in darling harbour and then we should go swimming (fully dressed) in the rather nice fountains they have outside Sydney's Chinese gardens, fun, fun, fun.
In other news Sydney celebrated it's gay and lesbian Mardi Gras in outrageous glam style a couple of weeks ago. The streets were lined and loaded with creations ranging form the dykes on bikes to the villages only gay. Not entirely sure when the night ended but am fairly sure a good time was had by all.
At this point I need to say thank you for the great advice of an ex-Sydney-Sider I met in Africa (hi Kate, thanks). Kayaking around the Spit Bridge (between Sydney CBD and Manly), paddling about in the sun and playing chicken with boats as they cruise either out to sea or into the NP has to be up there on the top ways to spend a Saturday afternoon.
And that's me, life in Bondi has very quickly and very happily slipped in to a routine of getting up, heading for the beach for a couple of hours surfing before work then, joy of joys selling death for a while, before heading back to the beach for a few beers with my new room mates. I'm the ripe old age of 28 next week so will no doubt be heading out to welcome it in - if not in style then with gusto - somewhere swanky (or an Irish bar), the only problem will be the lack of good quality Guinness out here but I'm sure I'll battle on!
Hope all is well in the motherland or wherever you find yourself.
Bye for now
Jonathan.
Yes I did it, I've moved to Bondi and am living at the south end of the Beach and I have to say life is tough! I left Sydney's CBD in style, the night before the final eviction deadline I met up with some friends from America (hi guys!) and the stragglers from the flat and hitting a couple of bars. All went well until around closing time when it was suggested that we left the night club as Georges trousers had been ripped to shreds?!? At the time it all seemed so obvious, firstly we should try to get onto every boat docked in darling harbour and then we should go swimming (fully dressed) in the rather nice fountains they have outside Sydney's Chinese gardens, fun, fun, fun.
In other news Sydney celebrated it's gay and lesbian Mardi Gras in outrageous glam style a couple of weeks ago. The streets were lined and loaded with creations ranging form the dykes on bikes to the villages only gay. Not entirely sure when the night ended but am fairly sure a good time was had by all.
At this point I need to say thank you for the great advice of an ex-Sydney-Sider I met in Africa (hi Kate, thanks). Kayaking around the Spit Bridge (between Sydney CBD and Manly), paddling about in the sun and playing chicken with boats as they cruise either out to sea or into the NP has to be up there on the top ways to spend a Saturday afternoon.
And that's me, life in Bondi has very quickly and very happily slipped in to a routine of getting up, heading for the beach for a couple of hours surfing before work then, joy of joys selling death for a while, before heading back to the beach for a few beers with my new room mates. I'm the ripe old age of 28 next week so will no doubt be heading out to welcome it in - if not in style then with gusto - somewhere swanky (or an Irish bar), the only problem will be the lack of good quality Guinness out here but I'm sure I'll battle on!
Hope all is well in the motherland or wherever you find yourself.
Bye for now
Jonathan.
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