Bondi was not doing it this morning—a drizzly, dark, cold day with tiny waves. Yawn.
With the lack of enthusiasm to perform my morning rituals (Bondi documentation), I look to my 25 terabytes of archives – specifically, a time of hotter weather and blue water – yes, Costiera Amalfitana.
For those recently joining my readership, we used to venture to Europe for summer each year. I’d shot waves so much that it was nice to document something else, and The Amalfi Coast never disappoints. In particular, from the air. Pre-Rona (and pre-war), it was hard to wrestle a helicopter charter off the Russian oligarchs – but when I got a 2-hour slot, it was magical. Back then, I was paying a small fortune for a heli – I reckon now I’d have to mortgage my house for airtime.
I can’t imagine how busy these locations are this year – after our recent travel suppression, Amalfi would explode with crowds, especially in August.
I’ll go back one day. But I’ll let it calm down a little…
:: uge
