Gee, Bondi Beach is full of ripped guys taking their shirts off. How inconsiderate. They don’t care about how other people feel. By “other people” I mean us who are too lazy to lift a dumbbell, as if anyone has time for that shit, seriously. And then you suddenly find yourself wandering at Bondi with half naked people running in slow motion like they are auditioning for Baywatch. And suddenly you’re, like, WHERE IS THE GYM? TAKE ME TO THE EFFIN’ GYM! I WILL WORK OUT! RIGHT NOW! TAKE ME TO THE GYYYYYYYM!!
Nah, you’re not going to the gym. And maybe we'll be better off not body shaming our brothers who have decided to take on a healthy lifestyle and are now aesthetically pleasing to look at as a consequence. I mean, if I had a six pack and pecs like those, I’d probably also run around shirtless all the time. At the beach. At the mall. In my house. At the church. At your aunt’s birthday party. At Donald Trump’s inauguration. In your dreams. My list just goes on and on you know, so let’s stop it right here.
Bondi is accessible via public transportation. If you have an Opal Card, you can go anywhere on Sydney’s trains, trams, buses, and even ferries. For Bondi Beach, it took me an hour and a combo of two buses, namely 303 and 380 to get to the beach itself. You can check out the schedule of these buses online because the frequency and intervals vary depending on what time of day you decide to go. As for me, I had to fit this rushed beach excursion in between shifts, and it worked thanks to the efficient bus system!
Google told me earlier that there’s going to be a thunderstorm, but it was all sunny and the weather was perfect for beach bumming when I arrived. In fairness to Google, though, it began to rain after an hour or so. But still, there was no thunder so I still think Google is a jerk. Everyone panicked when it rained because they were all swimming and they were going to get wet. Like, let’s get out of the water! We’re gonna get wet! OMG! Nah, corny joke. I made that one up. I was the only one panicking because of my OOTD.
Who the fuck goes to the beach wearing jeans and a collar shirt? I do. Well, you see, I had no intention of swimming that day. Google said there was going to be a thunderstorm, okay? The last thing I want to experience is to get electrocuted or something while channeling my inner dolphin. In the pool. Ah yes, there is this public pool called Bondi Icebergs Pool. You only have to pay AUD 6.50 (~PHP 227.50) to swim. I was surprised because I thought it was a for members only private club. The pool was nice like that.
Anyway, it’s closed on Thursdays for cleaning, so plan accordingly. Any other day, you can drop by between 6:30 AM to 6:30 PM if you want to do some laps. The infinity pool has more than 5 lanes and there weren’t a lot of people when I went there. Aside from the pool, the place itself offers some very good views of the beach down below as well as some cliffs and jogging paths that are simply breathtaking to say the least. Even if you don’t swim, you’ll surely be busy taking pictures of the place!
If you prefer the beach, I think it’s open to the public. You just have to follow some rules and regulations which are simple and available via the many signboards spread out across the beach. Sunbathing is also a popular activity, while some surfers can also be found trying their luck with the waves. There aren’t so many of them, though, which I find strange. I mean, if you’ve ever been to Bali, you’ll find Aussies and their surfboards the moment you land at the airport. Here, there didn’t seem to be many of them.
Perhaps it’s because they are all in Bali. Anyway, the crowd at Bondi is a mix of: locals, a.k.a. the ones running around like they are auditioning for Baywatch; tourists, who are usually in very touristy attire they don’t even make an effort to make it less obvious; and those birds who were attacking Marlin and Dory in Finding Nemo. Maybe there’s an occasional shark surfacing once in a while to bite off someone’s arm or leg, but there was no such incident when I was there. Maybe the sharks were on lunch break or something.
All in all, I can say that Bondi is my favorite spot in Sydney. I’ve always been a beach lover and this one is less than an hour away from the city center, which makes it really accessible. I’ll make sure to wear abs next time, and maybe some friends for company. And yeah, I’ll also make sure that I go during my day-off so I don’t have to be rushing home because I have work to do. I’m not done with Sydney yet. I still have to stalk Cate Blanchett, remember? I’ll be back, Bondi. I’ll be back.
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