Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit's Xmaaaaaaaaaaaaas!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Trip Start Sep 08, 2011
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Flag of Australia  , New South Wales,
Monday, December 26, 2011

After all the bad weather in the last few days, Xmas Eve brightened up and it was a lovely day to spend chilling in the park. The forecast had been for rain, but hey, even the weather forecasters have been known to make mistakes. So, despite all the dire warnings of a wet Xmas, it looked like that it might turn out well for Xmas Day after all. One thing I knew for sure, come rain, hail, wind or shine I was definitely going to spend Xmas Day on Bondi Beach.

I needn't have worried, Xmas Day turned out to be as I would have imagined. Hot. I rapidly got my gear together and headed out to the beach. I wasn’t sure how many people would be there or if anything would be open (I didn’t have any food with me). It had crossed my mind that Bondi Beach at Xmas would be like one of Oz’ greatest myths and would, in fact, be a ghost town – well, it was Xmas Day after all. In Britain and Spain, everything is shut. Not so here, Bondi Beach was a hive of activity. It was like any other normal day, restaurants, bars, convenience stores...all open. The place was packed solid – it was like a seaside resort on the Costa Brava in the middle of August – with one difference; a lot of people (myself included, I must confess) were wearing Santa hats. Clearly, they were the uniform of the day.

The thing about Bondi Beach on Xmas Day is that there were very few Australians on the beach. A wild estimate would put the sunbathers at 75% British, while the rest were from other parts of Europe. It was definitely backpacker heaven, especially as there was a music festival going on in a pavilion just off the beach, so the music could be faintly heard everywhere. I decided to have a listen and quite frankly I wasn’t that impressed, nor was I impressed by the conversations around me by the Brits on the beach, it was all like a club 18-30 holiday transferred to Australia.

Once I rapidly put my ipod back on, the day got much better and it was to get better still as there was to be a flying visit from Alan. He was flying in from Melbourne to see his parents who lived in Sydney. He would only be here for the day, so I appreciated him taking time out to come and see me for an hour. When we met up, he asked me about my trip around Australia and, to be honest, I couldn’t remember half the things I’d done – thank God, I’ve got this blog to fall back on!

Before I knew it, he was off back to Melbourne and Xmas Day was over. It was a unique Xmas and I doubt I’ll ever spend another one like it. On the beach? Burning up with a Santa hat on my head? Only in Oz, baby.
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Laura on

Hi george!! What a lovely xmas in the Beach! You look great :) Besòs desde Barcelona mios, de Alex y Diego. Feliz navidad!

tony manero on

Hey George! mary xmas from st cugat! y recuerdos de la familia!

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