I wake up to an absolutely perfect weather on Thursday, 20th September (as they state the day first and month afterwards around here) almost like Sydney proving me wrong to have said that bad weather is the norm here. I can’t believe it’s been a week since I left Los Angeles and 5 full days of being here. First time that I go out in short sleeve and don’t even bother to take a jacket. The sun is up. The surfers are out. The park is full already at 9:00 am.
I am determined to get my coffee fix today. Head out to the cleaners first. Want to take advantage of the sunny sky and take a photo of my two favorite buildings. Though I have my trusty camera hanging from my shoulder I am almost feeling like a local. Until, that is, I go into the cleaners. Name? That’s easy. Telephone? Uh, don’t remember. Do you need one? The Asian looks up, sighs, says yes, sighs again and then says he needs a phone number in case something goes wrong. Now I’m really confident in leaving my clothes. So I give him a number, he seems satisfied and I proceed to walk up the hill into the residential area.
I find a little café in the hill away from the coast. After all, one can only take so much of the beach, right???
I usually smile a lot and say hi to just about everyone that crosses by. Finding that most here avert their eyes when crossing, rarely say hi when eyes meet and don’t smile much. Once engaging in a conversation they are charming and really quite helpful but to get to that point is not effortless. Paul Hogan of Crocodile Dundee fame made it sound that everyone was pretty much open and overly friendly. Remember the “I’ll slip another shrimp on the barbie for ya” commercial from the mid-eighties? Or does this mean I am such a product of mass media that I believed? By the way, for the Aussies it would have been prawn instead of shrimp. Shrimp was replaced when they did the campaign so as not to confuse Americans.
I head to the Coastal Walk, which I know will keep me on track and help me not get lost. I find a park way up on a hill with wonderful views.
Back on the Coastal Walk, I stop a million times to take photos for myself and of others. “Want a photo of both of you together?” “Yes please!” was interchanged a lot.
I find that the scenery quiets me, makes me contemplative.
How could it not?
As I head back down I pass the Bondi Icebergs, a local club. The swimming pool, where the waves crash into, fascinates me and scares me at the same time. They have a pretty cool restaurant. If you show your non-resident of the area document you can go in and eat.
I am getting closer to home now. Pass some really colorful graffiti.