Coogee to Bondi

girls on rocky beach place
Originally uploaded by cheryl_lynn425.

Last week we did Bondi to Coogee but this week it was reverse. It was my econ group (Kristina, Lexi, Steve and me) plus Jake, b/c he's a cool kid and we like him. The mountain hiker/explorer in Jake got the best of everyone and we were climbing rocks, granted pretty low and flat rocks, in bathing suits and flip flops. At one point Lexi and I took the walk way, Kristina, feeling adventerous, went with the boys and proceeded to lose her flip flop. Never really did figure out how but she showed up in Steve's socks a little bit later when we met up with them again.

The walk between the beaches is amazing. You start in Coogee, go through Gordon's Bay where there is apparently tons of scuba diving. Then Clovelly, up through a large seaside cemetary, to Bronte Beach, across Tamarama and finally up to Bondi. The coast curves kinda like two S's next to each other, but S's that were bent slightly out of shape so that the two curves aren't even in any way. The whole walk you see people out enjoying the water and beach. Scuba divers, surfers, wind surfers, beach bums, ultimate frisbee games and other coastal walk walkers. Even having done it once before, the view is just unbelievable. I really feel like I should pinch myself every 100 yards just to make sure I am actually there.

On a completely other note, I'm having this sense of contradiction while here. On the one hand, I walked the Australia coastline for three hours today and probably only covered a centimeter of the map. I flew 14 hours to get here from LA. There's a world of culture I don't understand here; rugby, Australain rules football and milkshakes the consistence of milk to begin with. On the other hand, I was in the Pacific Ocean when I was in LA and I'm in the same ocean here. They all still speak English...though an odd form of English but some would say the same about Texans and/or Bostonians. But the most small world experience of them all thus far; last night I met a guy who grew up in Sydney but went to college at Yale and was at the same Harvard-Yale game I was at my freshman year of college. We lived within 3 hours of each other but I had to fly 14 hours across the Pacific, and be convinced to go out with a friend who has a crush on his friend (whom she met in Canberra of all places) to meet this person who apparently I shared a football experience with three years ago.
So is it a small world after all? Or not? Things to contemplate til all hours of the night.
Cheers!!