Today is typical Autumn Bondi day.
It all started with the Buddhist monks pounding the pavement (std). Then the sunshine came over Ben Buckler and illuminated some 2 foot leftovers. (How good was the weekend for surf?)
The Tourists were up early…documenting everything with their phones and selfie sticks. Icebergs was full. Not a car park in the whole suburb (std). And then as I entered the Aquabumps gallery to kick of my day the neighbors are still going…from Friday…red eyed, red faced and pupils lit up asking me to pop over for a Jager bomb.
Home sweet home. Good ole’ Bondi Beach.