Well… we were banking on a bit more swell than what dribbled in overnight.
Instead, we got a limp little 1–2 foot wobble. Crowded, a touch sketchy, wrapped in gloomy grey skies. Nothing special. If you rolled over and skipped it — you didn’t miss a thing.
Rather than force-feed you ten grey photos of Bondi under a dull filter, let’s pivot north.
Newcastle — about 160 clicks up the road from Sydney — born from coal (home to the largest coal port in the world) and now home to just over half a million legends. I ducked up there on February 21 with cameras in hand, greeted by a glorious summer’s day.
I could live there. Easy.
Close enough to Sydney for a city fix, far enough away that people still say g’day. The waves? So many options. Blue water. Dramatic headlands.
I was genuinely surprised how busy the promenade gets between Bar Beach and Merewether — not too dissimilar to the Bondi stampede on a hot Sunday.
And that retro ocean pool in town? Absolute gem. Icebergs’ cousin with a Newcastle accent. Hard to take a bad shot of it.
Anyway — back to Bondi tomorrow.
As you were,
Eugenius
