Yarra River

River cruise down the Yarra River through Melbourne, Victoria, Australia


Balsamic vignettes #18- Bondi Beach in January

Puppies learning to swim ¤ small babies in purple tutus ¤ fairybread beach ¤ coronas on the sand ¤ halter necks ¤ hairy necks ¤ torso tatts ¤ drippy pink ice cream ¤ soggy salt and vinegar chips ¤ american accents ¤ professional athletes  ¤ vigilantes in red and yellow speedos ¤ roxy ripcurl pipeline beach towels ¤ uniform bikinis on the twelvies ¤ slip slop slap ¤ “taste of the tropics” coconut snow cones ¤ kiddy pool ¤ flapback hats, zinc and rashies ¤ beach ping pong ¤ tan lines ¤ angry sun burn ¤ clear water ¤


Bondi Beach

Waiting for the ferry.

“I know the recipe for toast. I know fruit. I don’t want to go and pay $16 for something I can make at home. ”
“Yeah, I just want to sit down and be served some orange juice and my newspaper. But when the fruit is labeled as fruit on the menu, you know? But they serve me tinned peaches – absurd! Especially when it’s in an area with orchards…! Is that too much to ask?”

“And it only came with mushrooms!”
“Oh, love fresh peas, not frozen, and asparagus. Love asparagus.”

“Gotta watch- in those towns, the hamburger places close early.”

“You know I saw her there. I bumped into her again.”
“Yeah, she’s not the sort of person you’d catch up with unless it was a coincidence, to be honest.”
“Yeah, I swear she was wearing the same woolen skirt as she had on in Cowra.”
“She had no idea of the dope culture there. She came a virgin, and three years later, she left a virgin!”
“MY word!”
“And like, I bumped into her in Surry Hills and and yeah maybe she’s successful, but like, she’s probably still a virgin and she probably hasn’t been at all adventurous like it should be in academia.”

“And restaurants and conferences that have sit-down dinners, good Lord! I need movement. I can’t stand sit-down dinners. You have to sit next to the same person for the whole thing-!”

“Plan B is Conowindra,  but I’d prefer waterfront in Sydney.”
“Exactly, exactly.”
“Anywhere that’s damp at three o’clock in the afternoon-”
“Oh, my arthritis!”

“Look, it’s actually really quite civilised, they’ve got a deli now.”
“Good, because Mudgee is hundreds of dollars for one night these days.”
“Wouldn’t mind the Southern Highlands though…”
“I mean, I mean, I mean, it’s like a smaller Sydney… right?”
“Well, yeah, I guess, but like, Southern Highlands though.”

“Married out-? Oh, okay. But what did he marry out… to?”
“Chilean. She was Chilean.”
“Probably a mongrel then.”
“Yeah, a hybrid.”