Job hunting again, this time close to our accommodation in the relaxed beachside suburb of Scarborough. I hover is the shade of a high rise hotel, trying to keep out if the persistent sun. I feel fresh and awake this morning, up at dawn for a surf, followed by a bracingly schizophrenic shower. My mouth's dry, my throat a little sticky, I forgot to bring my bottle of water out. The heavy waves thunder onto the beach menacingly, reminding me of my earlier fear when out in the, although the noise makes me want to get in again.Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Day 66, Scarborough Beach, Perth
Job hunting again, this time close to our accommodation in the relaxed beachside suburb of Scarborough. I hover is the shade of a high rise hotel, trying to keep out if the persistent sun. I feel fresh and awake this morning, up at dawn for a surf, followed by a bracingly schizophrenic shower. My mouth's dry, my throat a little sticky, I forgot to bring my bottle of water out. The heavy waves thunder onto the beach menacingly, reminding me of my earlier fear when out in the, although the noise makes me want to get in again.
