I left the pad at home and went to Bondi beach - an Australian Marbella. Luckily the gentle heaving of the small swell wasn't over-shadowed by overexcited screams. Everythings clean, nothing smells, not even the dim whiff of melting ice cream. There are no discarded cones, wrappers, cans.
Do they even sell ice cream?!?
I can't even small sun lotion.
The hostel's dim amd airy, the curtains shut, windows open to keep it cool. The street's quiet but breezy.
Voices carry.
