Sunday 26 July

I walked to the market in Bondi Beach, and bought some expensive fancy candles to make my apartment less stale (I don’t dare open the windows for fear of letting the heat out). Walked home, and got a call from Karolina; she and Paul wanted to go to the beach. Walked back to Bondi Beach. NB: it takes an hour, walking fast, to get to this beach from my house. I was pretty darn tired by the time Karo and Paul arrived; also, it was raining. We had a nice dinner in a little pizza place, followed by a few drinks (more Fruity Tingle! he he) before heading home. Interestingly, took us three tries to find a bar that served, not just beer, but cocktails…despite the fact that every third shop on the strip was a bar. And this is a big strip. I still don’t get Australia.