Absolutely brilliant weather the last couple of days. Great anti-dote to Melbourne's cold. Yesterday in fact it was the hottest April day since 1983. A sultry 33 degrees. Bellisimo.
So what does one do when you don't have to work and have no other plans and the weather is perfectly summerish. Yep .. head to the beach.
So to Bondi I trotted. Foot, train and bus. Once there it was a case of wander around the promenade. Do some perving. Go jump in the surf. Jump back out. Jump back in and shake it all about. It was cold.
After the dip it was off to do something I had never actually done before. Walk the coastal path around to Tamarama and Bronte beaches. This was actually worthwhile. Recommend to anyone, although I hope you don't have to put up with walking behind a short, tubby, leathery tanned looking guy in g-string budgie smugglers. It aiiiin't a pretty look .. but like a car crash you feel compelled anyway.
Tamarama was a nice beach. First time visit. And I learned an interesting historical note. It had one of the country's first themeparks, which ran between 1887 and 1891. There was even a roller coaster that spanned the entire beach. Impressive.
Bronte was nice as well. A lot better than Bondi. Even though the latter is much more famous. The only pity, my bloody ticket didn't allow me to catch the bus back without coughing up more dough. Damn you State Transit Authority. Why can't you get your act together like Melbourne.