Day 13 – Chill Day and Day 14-Bondi Beach Coastal Walk
A day to myself which is great. A time to catch my breath, do some chores to earn my keep, make a simple dinner and post a blog.
I went into the city to try to get a present for Herb. I managed to buy a little rucksack and a casual shirt for me. Oh and I took some photos at the Park again. Hope I sort the techie nonsense from earlier.
Why is it so difficult to buy for men?
I wonder if I could get away with a fridge magnet? What you reckon?
I am fortunate to have visited Australia three times now. When your children go adventuring it seems rude not to go visit them. Graeme spent two years in Australia. He spent six months firstly in Tazmania pruning or maintaining eucalyptus forests. He met his Irish wife Louise when in Sydney . Herb and I had a grand adventure in 2010 meeting up with them in Noosa whilst touring the East Coast of Australia.
Holidays afterwards for several years until our honeymoon/Rachel Australia trip last year, were lovely trips to visit family in France in an attempt to get over the big bucks spend. (Last year Herb and I came out to visit Rachel and were treated to wonderful hospitality as we stayed with Tom’s father and Step mother Kate).
Anyway Bondi Beach was missed on those occasions. It’s actually not the simplest place to get to with public Transport!
And it wasn’t easy to get back to Rachel’s car by bus today either. So we taxied back in an Uber taxi – a different taxi system which seems to be popular and cheaper than your normal taxis.
Our Beaches Walk.
We started at Coogie Beach and followed the coast path to Bondi. Beaches and Bays on the 5km route were
Coogee Beach, Gordon’s Bay, Clovelly Beach, Bronte Beach, Tamarama Beach then Bondi Beach.
It really was most enjoyable. The temperature was ideal about 22° and a bit cloudy. So no grumpy hot and overcooked 50+ lady moaning. It was great and we had a little snack of baramundi and chicken parmi.
Water in restaurants and bars
The restaurants, cafes, bars here all have drinking water in bottles or on tap with glasses so that folks just help themselves. So bloody civilised. Anytime I want a glass of water in a pub or cafe in UK I feel like a cheapsape not not wanting to buy a beer or coke or something.
The rest of day was spent doing quiet normal stuff and catching up with Jack Taylor.