I took a ferry to Manly beach. It is a really great surf spot, but I don’t surf. I had intended to go swimming, but the beach was invaded by bluebottles. Bluebottles are the local type of jellyfish. They were especially prominent nearest to shore… and the lifeguards really had their hands full trying to help the children and tourists who were adamant about getting in the water despite the announcements over the loudspeakers and posted “beach closed” signs.
It was also a rainy day… sort of. Sydney is going through a drought, so the rain came in 5 minute bursts of sprinkling showers.
I’m going go crazy with the chickas staying in my hostel room. I don’t know how I managed to get a room with the most boring homebodies. One girl was sleeping at 8pm, when I returned from dinner. Everyone was asleep by ten. And, as far as I can tell, I’m the only one with an excuse. I’m headed off to the Blue Mountains for a hiking day trip, so I’m up at 6 am for a 7 am departure.
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