Bondi Beach Festival

 So I did end up going to the beach at Bondi and it was gorgeous. I am going to run out of adjectives soon to describe Australia. Many surfers were braving the waves and the sand was like powered sugar.
The festival seemed to be an environmental awareness one since booths were mostly campaigning for support towards national parks and reserves. I got myself a small carton of chips (fries) and wandered barefoot on the beach with Esther while Karissa and Kelvin stayed ashore.

We walked to the end of the beach where there were many large rocks and tide pools. There we did some shell searching. I got to a rock close to where some fisherman lay their lines when a huge wave, taller than me, crashed into the nearby rocks. I thought it was the end. It would engulf me and take me to its watery depths and my time in Australia would be over. But luckily, all I got were soaked jeans.

But seriously, I was terrified out of my mind for a second there. I quickly retreated and headed back towards shore and realized that was no easy feat. I found a huge triangular rock and reached over and landed flat on my stomach. In that position, I crawled up the side of the rock and straddled the top. There I booty-hopped my way across only to reach another downward sloping rock. I inched myself off, fearing that I would slide to my death and praying that friction would save me. What an adventure. Esther was more daring, she passed the rock where I almost got eaten by the ocean and discovered natural sandstone etchings in the wall. It wasn't an easy way out of the rocks though. By the time we all made it out safely, the sun was starting to go down. We went over to the ice skating rink, which was bizarre to see next to the beach, and got ourselves free cups of chai latte. It was lovely. Then we had dinner at a Japanese ramen place, which filled our bellies with nice warm soup and noodles. And that was the end of a rather eventful day.