Bondi Beach

My last full day in Sydney – for now.
Equipped with my camera in one hand and a box of ripe, freshly harvested macarons in the other, I hopped on the bus to Bondi Beach. (There were four different bus stops, and I missed a few buses figuring out which one was the right one… Luckily, with buses arriving every six minutes, it wasn’t too bad. Yes, I could have asked for help, but I decided to prioritise savouring the macarons and figuring things out myself. 😁)

As soon as I arrived — and true to what one of my taxi drivers in Vanuatu once called me, “the daughter of the rain god” — it started to rain. Bondi didn’t look especially welcoming under grey skies, but that didn’t stop a few brave souls from swimming and plenty more from surfing. I tried to capture some of that action with my camera, and that was lots of fun.

As for the swimmers, the ever-vigilant lifeguards kept watch from their rescue tower. Being a bit of a fan of the YouTube series Bondi Rescue, I’d secretly hoped to spot a familiar face or two — but no such luck.

Eventually, I wandered around the cliffs on the right-hand side of the beach, then made my way back to the bus stop — where I got lucky: the payment system was broken on that particular bus, so the ride was free. Considering how expensive everything is here, I revelled in that small win for quite some time. 😁En savoir plus