Sitting on a big, red rock at Clovelly Beach

Thankfully, I had a great first weekday at the Garvan Institute! However it did drain a lot of my energy and I was looking forward to a relaxing, fun weekend. I went out Friday night with my two Kiwi (= citizens from New Sealand) female friends, whom I met last weekend, to a foam party in club Arq. The girls: Sofia; colourful sex kitten, and Jovana; sophisticated pretty gal. Both of them are loaded with style and personality, and wherever we’d go they’d never come unnoticed. Five minutes in the queue of the club and everyone already knew them, or had wanted to know them, badly. Inside club Arq, I was a bit suspicious when the girl from the cloth room asked me, upon receiving my jacket, whether that was the only clothe piece I was going to give in. Was I expected to take of my jeans and shirt!? As I entered the club room I was shocked.

A huge foam machine on the ceiling poured massive amounts of soap and bubbles over the almost naked party people. It was crazy. The blokes and gals were only wearing their tiny swimming outfits, and the entire atmosphere had a very sexy vibe. We were a bit overdressed with wearing clothes. Nevertheless, we owned the place and it was such a relief to be able to bust out some dance moves!

Saturday was such a lovely day.

The sun was shining and I felt like going for a walk along the coast line. So I grabbed my bike and let the wheels roll down the hill to the end of the road to get to Clovelly beach. I could not believe that it was still so peacefully on a sunny Saturday at 2 P.M, in contrast to Hoek van Holland in summer time.

The coastline was so beautifully, as I headed north by walking on big huge rocks on a cliff where the waves roughly collided against. As I sat on a comfortable big, red rock overviewing the sea and the giant cliffs bordering Australia, no-one else in vicinity, my mind just went empty. It was unbelievable realizing that this was really happening. That I was really physically present in Sydney, and that it wasn’t simply a fantasy. It started to kick in my conscience. I sat there at that spot for a couple of hours enjoying the peace, enjoying my inner peace. I just sat there thinking about lots of things. Things you usually don’t take time for to think about in the routine of life. It is like your life is placed on hold and that you’re enabled to observe it as an outsider. It puts things in another perspective. All the decisions you’ve made, experiences you’ve gained, family and friends you love. It was nice. Sorry for blogging this philosophical and softy. Maybe I am just suffering from a sun stroke.

Nevertheless, I am so grateful for that I have been given the opportunity to be here. When I finally got fed up with thinking, I started to do something practical for Sydney society.

Because from the point I was sitting at, I had a great overview of the sea near the popular beaches of Sydney. Therefore, I started scanning the ocean for the presence of sharks. So then I could do my citizen’s duty to report it to Sydney’s life guards. Really, just because it’s the right thing to do, …and not because they happened to be very hot.

p.s. click here if you want to see pictures of my accommodation. (it's on the blog underneath this one)