After an afternoon at the Opera House, my next day in Sydney was dedicated to checking out Bondi Beach. It was a short train and bus ride to get there from King's Cross, and the weather was beautiful. When I got off the bus, I was looking at one of the coolest beaches I'd ever seen. Gigantic surf pounded rocks on both ends, while the best surfers I'd seen tackled some big looking waves. And the beach was topless, not that I noticed.
A popular scenic walk runs from Bondi Beach south to Coogee Beach. I wore sneakers for the task, and didn't wear my board shorts so swimming in the cool ocean-fed pool wasn't an option. Instead, I used one of my coupons on a free glass of cold white wine from the balcony of the Iceberg Club (can't recall the exact name).
I then commenced the walk, which seemed easy enough, however under the hot, mid-day Australian sun, with a hangover, it sucked the lifeforce out of me. After passing 3 intermediary beaches before reaching Coogee, I could've cared less about another damn beach! So I jumped on a bus back to Bondi Junction, too tired to explore any further, and grabbed a train back to King's Cross, ready to make my way west to Newtown for my next couchsurf.
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