The Russells, after a ride on the subway and then a bus, visit Bondi Beach (pronounced “Bond-Eye”), one of the famous tourist attractions on the outskirts of Sydney.

During the summer, thousands of Australians, as well as many other visitors, come to Bondi Beach. The beach is clean, expansive, and has some of the better surfing waves in this section of the country. The sand was fine and had very few shells in it.

It was a breezy day, so there were plenty of waves for the surfers.

The waves would subside some, then come a little stronger, as more and more people tried their hand at surfing.

A view from the water’s edge and looking back toward the beach front: the large pavilion where you could change clothes dominates the horizon.

Clouds gathered on the horizon, threatening rain, but it never came. A lonely volleyball net yielded no participants while we were there.

The wind blew sprays on the rocky shore on one side of the bay, as some surfers crested a small wave.

The sign caught my eye—showing that surfing was only permitted in safer parts of the cove. Of course, the girls had nothing to do with me taking a photograph!

There were a few shops at the Bondi Pavilion, but mostly just surfing paraphernalia. Lunch could be purchased also.

On one side of the cove, there were lots of rocks—and pretty good undertow conditions. In spite of the dangers, three boys were jumping off the rocks into the angry surf…not very smart.

Bob decided to venture along the rocky side of the cove to explore and see what was around the bend.

The water etched away some of the rock, revealing a very pretty sandstone surface.

The rocks were not that slippery to walk on, so Bob continued to meander around the craggy cliff on the left.

A house sits perched on the cliff as spray from the surf spatters the rocky area below.

The ocean looms in the distance and the surf shows up as a turquoise green in certain areas, as waves crashed into the rocky surface.

Going no closer than about 20 yards from the violent water, Bob enjoyed listening to the sounds as huge sprays were created by the rushing waves.

A swimming hole amidst the rocks—there were few people in this protected area, but (later) Bob watched a naked little nymph playing with his mom in the pool.

“Have surfboard, will travel,” is this young man’s mantra!

“Bondi Bob” after a short swim in the cold ocean—it did feel good when I got out into the sun!

A final self-taken shot of the “Old Man and the Sea.” Mrs. Russell decided to keep her clothes on and shy from the camera on this visit.