I somehow managed most of the above, and Mom and Dad were coherent by noon, so we caught the bus to Bondi Beach. It was a brilliant, sunny day. Just before we arrived at the famous Bondi Icebergs Bistro, one of my Aussie friends called to alert me that a flash mob would hit Bondi Beach soon. I managed to catch the dance through binoculars, from the Bistro balcony—I suggest Youtubing “Bondi flash mob,” it was awesome. When I returned to the table, I found that Dad was pretty happy, operating on half a dozen prawns and three beers. We had lunch (me: barramundi, Mom: jewfish, Dad: rump steak). Mom and I had a quick gelato on the beach and then we walked south through Sculpture by the Sea, a two-week event at this time of year when local and international artists cover the Coastal Walk, the cliffs that run dozens of kilometers along the coast, with sculptures. I was impressed with Mom and Dad’s stamina; we made it all the way to Tamarama Beach, Then we caught the bus home as I realized that my still-soaking laundry was still at the (about-to-close) laundromat. I sprinted up the hill and the Laundromat-owner was nice enough to unlock the door for me, so I recovered all four bags of laundry.
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