Trip Start Sep 08, 2011
85Trip End Jan 08, 2012
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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
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.