Bondi

Bondi Beach, here we are! Femke is in dire need to be rescued by a hunkydory lifeguard the moment she will hit the icy cold wottaah.

But the hunks are all locked up inside, the door has a sign 'only knock in case of an emergency'... so... you have to knock first?

Inappropriate clothing, and most likely the wrong kind of board.

I am not sure about this surf board either...

They were a long way from their class room.

In the afternoon we took a sidestep to the neighbouring Tamarama Beach.

No pink boards or great whites there.

Then a walk back across the boulevard.

We were feeling a bit Czech, some minor shopping first.

Aaah... this could explain the surf board!

They totally forgot about the pedestrian with the board.

Clothes and boomerangs, we are definitely in Australia maties!

But we are not in the outback yet...

... no really.

Finally the bus back Sydney city.

Icecream, drinks, snacks, not allowed... surf boards not a problem.