Born to be Bondi

South side of Bondi Beach (top left)
Tamarama Beach (top right)
Bondi Beach (center bottom)

       This was it guys, the second moment where I knew I belonged in Australia. If you live in a city where you just wish it would slow down a bit and people would just appreciate what they had more then you should come here.

      I arrived to Bondi Beach at 10 am and walked towards the northern point, this has become a pattern. I run into the Bondi market that is held every Sunday from 10am - 4 pm. It showcases Australia's up and coming designers as well as local merchants. It is like the Rose Bowl flea market cut in a quarter.

 

True blue at every angle

        Sound of music that strikes the right chord

A bouquet of flowers for me

Or maybe a paisley print tee

Leather bound journals 

Tarot card readings

This is rad man 

Skull candle for the rebel It's like the 311 song "I'll be here a while"

I fell in love with Australia

Again

       Across the street I landed at the beach, where the soft sand sucked in my feet. Waves are bigger than Manly Beach. The surfers come in full wetsuits. It is weird to me since the water is so warm compared to California beaches. People here are more tattooed and gorgeous.

Me at Bondi Beach

I meet up with all the girls from last night and we decided to do the highly recommended walk from Bondi to Coogee Beach. 

Along the way you pass Tamarama, Bronte, Clovelly, Gordon's Bay before arriving at Coogee Beach.

I swam at Bondi, Clovelly (more of a inlet then a bay) and Coogee.

Bronte was definetly the coolest but only offered natural rock baths to swim in as well as built baths.

Clovelly had the warmest water.

Coogee had the best waves but really course sand.

 

Surfers at Bronte Beach

Waverley Cemetery- RIP for real

Gordon's Bay

Gordon's Bay from south side

We made it to Coogee Beach

The views were the best part. They got better the farther you traveled south. The walk measures 6 km (3.5 miles). I was so glad I found a churro store ( San Churro) before I started the walk.  Just have to tell you they make them fresh and serve it with a dipping sauce, I got caramel. The best churro I have ever had.

Lounge area at Goldfish
Photo from goldfishkigscross.com

I had to follow-up this awesome day with an awesome night out. Tonight I was nomad, I knew nobody so I made friends at the bar next door. Mostly all London boys, we headed back out to Kings Cross where I met Brett, an Aussie who was over hanging out with his friends so we split and found Goldfish. Goldfish is a club that has unisex bathrooms and a live band that plays todays hits. We danced the night away and then settled for some kebabs (gyros in US) at 3am. Kebabs for Australians are like the Jack in the box tacos for Americans.

In the morning it boarded the train back home to Wollongong. It was not 48 hours before that I was nervous and not sure if I could make it all by myself. Traveling alone you really learn who you are and how well you are able to adapt to the raw environment you are born in to.

Photo from my camera on my phone, pretty good!

Some of the things I have learned along the way

•    Keep your spirit awake and alive
•    Be true and honest
•    Live by a good code and know your limits
•   Trust only yourself but try to understand others
•  Don't be afraid to ask
• Never get comfortable and never stop trying