I’m a Celebrity Get me Out of Here : 2019

I first came to watch TV show‘ Celebrity’ in 2018 – Comedian and all round awesome human Fiona O’Loughlin drew me in with a tale of hard knocks, rotten luck and seemingly endless resilience and humor.

After seeing Fiona crowned Queen of the Jungle I went on to see her stand-up comedy routine’ My Gap Year’ at the Comedy Store, Moore Park, Sydney That night Fiona acknowledged that she had won over a new audience from her time in the jungle – shining a spotlight on me!

It was a no brainer that I would tune in again in 2019. Fiona had made laugh 365 days ago, as had the one and only Julia Morris ( with side kick Dr Chris Brown) – A new year, a new cast of celebs and the delightfully delicious familiar co-hosts.

  • I watched without expectations.
  • I watched for escapism from the oppressive Sydney summer heat.
  • I watched to observe human behavior ( what could be more fascinating?) as a group of celebrities of varying degrees of fame were pushed to their limits and then some.

Not one to gush but 2019 contestant Justin Lacko was very easy on the eye. If for no other reason, the 2019 Jungle series was off to a phenomenal start!

But as the days and weeks passed, heart achingly beautiful moments surfaced from plains of the African jungle.  I sat in my lounge room and laughed, cried and cheered aloud, caught up in the joyous 5 week safari adventure.

  • Vulnerable, honest and open encounters and deeply personal conversations – a style of communication not normally paraded during prime time tv – my heart swelled.
  • Countless moments of genuine care and support for one another as the 14 celebs were tested to their limits in trails designed to provoke fear, inflict pain and discomfort.
  • Laughter  – lots of it! None more so than when the celebs were put through their paces in Tucker Trials – Meal of Fortune ( quiet possibly the funniest thing I’ve seen on TV in years – Thanks Justin, Shane, Dermott and Sam for the laughs)
  • And friendship,  unbreakable bonds that formed ever so quickly– bonds one assumes will be lifelong. The contestants transformed before the eye, some physically, others spoke of internal changes – personal growth, clarity of purpose and vision.
  • And Julia Morris and Dr Chris Brown – a finer, more endearing duo would be hard to find.

And as the show wrapped last night, I can boldly declare that I’m done with reality TV for 2019. Nothing, I repeat nothing, could compare.

Time to get a life!! Take a leaf out of my jungle friends book and clarify my purpose and vision in this wonderful adventure called life – whilst following my Jungle crushes closely on Insta – Julia, Dr Chris, Yvie and Justin (swoon)

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Ode to Pulp

Musical Regrets – I have a few and they surface every now and then

I’ve been enjoying driving around the city of Sydney once again. After 2 years on public transport I am now the proud temporary owner of a Nissan Pulsar circa 2001.

Nothing beats driving around the city listening to my ‘retro’ cd collection.

On Saturday morning, as I prepared to go to an 8am gym session I closed my eyes and reached in the direction of my cd stack – my hand landed on something special and I made a quick dash to the car.

Pulp came to Sydney in 1998.  Reading up on the band prior to writing this post, the UK group were best known in the mid- 1990s, reluctant participants in the ‘Britpop’ movement that included bands such as Oasis and Blur.

I had an friend who was caught up in the Britpop movement, avid reader of ‘ The Face’ fashion and culture magazine and heavily invested in the pop feud that had engulfed Oasis and Blur. Despite living 17,000kms from the epicentre of this movement, this Aussie chick flew the Union Jack in Austinmer loud and proud.

I was a fair-weather fan, only on rare occasions did I find myself caught up in the fanfare. And then once day I was invited to see Pulp at the Enmore Theatre. Squeal!!

But I got sick. Sick with an illness that ‘normally’ befriends the elderly and the unlucky. Polyarteritis nodosa, inflammation of the blood vessels. And that was just the start, I was a mixed bag of ill-health and the Pulp concert came and went.

Whilst not a true fan, I was disappointed. Yet instead of wallowing I set aside my sadness and got on with life. Months passed and my health returned. I forgot about the concert and all that the year 1998 had come to represent.

I am unsure of when I ‘rediscovered’ Pulp. Yet when I did I was ready to listen.

And what a joy to listen to songs that made me smile as distant memories surfaced once more.

It’s 1994 and my Year 10 Art Teacher is proclaiming that in the year 2000 she will meet up with a long-lost love t ( a pact made whilst listening to the Pulp hit ‘ Disco 2000’) ‘ Sorted out for E’s and Whizz’ – the song perfectly capturing the music festival scene I immersed myself in with gusto in the Mid-1990’s:

‘Oh is this the way they say the futures meant to feel?

Or just 20,000 people standing in a field’

Jarvis Cocker, lead singer of Pulp, the epitome of cool.

Some 20 years later, I understand my Aussie friends investment in the Britpop movement.

Musical Regrets, I have a few.

North Maroubra

I always learn something new about Sydney when I venture out for a day trip with my friend Kirk.

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Kirk and Kate – North Maroubra ( North Maldives)

Today I learnt that Maroubra Beach can be divided into three parts.  And whilst I’ve swam at Maroubra before prior to today I have not taken a dip at the Southern or Northern end of the beach. So today I discovered North Maroubra or North Maldives as I christened it.

Paradise. 

 

 

No over water bungalow, hammock or seaplane required to immerse oneself in the bluest of blue waters and drift away from the perils of city living.

Perils indeed when you can leave behind the 9-5 office blues and be beachside in under 20 minutes.

Such is life for the Sydneysider and today Kirk and I basked in summer sunshine with North Maroubra’s finest, the Bra Boys, inked ( tattooed) with ‘ Lest we Forget’ ‘ My Brothers Keeper’ and everything in between. I may have discussed inking a postcode across my chest – 2515 ( Childhood Suburb) or the aspirational 2096 ( Northern Beaches) Never say never in 2019.

So the 12 Beaches of Christmas 2018-2019 comes to a close.

And I look to 2019-2020 with anticipation – for these beach reviews bring me such joy. And whilst the ocean, the sun, sand and salt are pure delight it is the familiar faces that join me for these beachside adventures that bring the greatest pleasure.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jones Beach

Looking back on 2018 some of the greatest moments were spent near the ocean.

None more so than when I had just secured full-time employment  ( after a 10 month period of unemployment) and was enjoying the last days of freedom on the South Coast of NSW.

I wrote earlier in this series about exploring a section of the Kiama Coastal Walk when I wrote about Bombo Headland ‘ The Boneyard’

Before you are treated to the Bombo ‘Boneyard’ you will traverse over ‘ Jones Beach’.

On the day I completed the first section of the coastal walk, my parents joined me.

We walked those 8 kms accompanied by the occasional seagull – it was rare to sight another human on the walking trail.

We had Jones Beach all to ourselves. It was just magic.

Situated between Minnamurra Headland and the basalt columns of Cathedral Rocks, Jones Beach ( also known as Boyd Beach) is a popular surf and swim spot.

It was Winter when we visited Jones Beach and with swimming not an option, a photo shoot proved the perfect substitute.

My camera was spoilt for choice – which angle would I shoot from – North, South, East or West – perfect images at every turn.

 

Manly Beach

Surprisingly the iconic strip of coast that is Manly Beach had yet featured in the 12 Beaches of Christmas. I mean Manly Beach, come on!!

What might appear even more surprising is that I had never swum there. Having frequented almost every other beach nearby – Shelly, Queenscliff, Freshwater, Curl Curl , Little Manly , I’d somehow forgotten to dunk myself in the bigger bluer version.

So on the 1st day of 2019, determined to right this wrong a swim at Manly beach was at the top of the to-do list. But somehow a morning coffee turned into a swim at Freshwater Beach, a fish and chip lunch and park siesta – and the Manly swim was sidelined. But I was not deterred – intent on being flexible to new possibilities / opportunities in the New Year I was committed to going with the flow.

Manly eventually presented itself mid afternoon. With my beautiful Brisbane buddies, who walked hand in hand down the promenade, the afternoon was ours for the taking, the water cool and calming, the perfect antidote to the previous nights New Years Eve escapades.

And from their it just got better and better. Post swim we lazed in the shade on manicured lawns. We agreed that we fancied Chinese for dinner and walked to Eastern Hill, Manly were we ‘ discovered’ ( thanks google) Golden Chef Asian Cuisine. A.M.A.Z.I.N.G!!

With the sun going down, our bellies full we took to the promenade post dinner and walked home.

It may have taken 40 years for the opportunity of a Manly Beach swim to arise but it was worth the wait – the ocean dip was the icing on the cake of a day that soared above and beyond expectations.

Great friends, amazing food and welcoming service, sun, sand and surf.

Summer 2019 done right!!

 

 

 

Freshwater Rockpool

It is impossible to wake up in the North Beaches suburb of Freshwater and be unhappy.

As the early morning bird songs woke me, a smile crept across my face that has not left. And the mantra ‘ It is impossible to be unhappy with Freshwater’ revealed itself to me.

I ventured down to the water at 9am keen to beat the crowds but it appeared everyone had the same idea. I opted to swim in the delightful Freshwater Rockpool – the first dip of many I hope to have there.

May the picture do the talking – I’m speechless.

Today is the last day of 2018. I’ve spent the morning doing all my favourite things – coffee, yoga and swimming. I went grocery shopping and brought a collection of my favourite fruits – raspberries, mangoes, blueberries, limes and nectarines. And some of my favourite people will soon join me at this seaside retreat for some New Year Festivities.

Champagne on ice, beach swims on tap and summer tunes on high rotation.

It is impossible to be unhappy in Freshwater.

 

 

Gentlemen’s Baths Wollongong

It seems appropriate that upon catching up with two of the finest gentlemen I know, men who have regularly featured in the 12 Beaches of Christmas series, that I would review Wollongong’s finest – the Gentlemen’s Baths.

Not wanting to provide readers with a history lesson I shall insert a photo that provides an easily digestible overview of this 130 year old swimming hole .

Strolling along the Blue Mile promenade that links North Beach to Belmore Basin a memory of a swim in the Gentlemen’s Baths surfaced. My University days, many moons ago – late evening, mid-week, fully clothed?! Not very lady like but then again Splashes Night Club circa 1997 wasn’t either!!

With refined tastes now, a stroll at dusk soaking in the last rays of sunshine, I was to stand transfixed by a large body of water nestled in between rocks. Swimmers, male and female ( women have been able to bathe at the Gentlemen’s Baths since the 1920’s) frolicked in calm waters on floating devices, pool noodles and lilos.

Countless photos were taken and then I met two of the finest gentlemen I know for dinner at the Northbeach Pavillion – metre long pizza, wine and laughter.

Perfection.

Queenscliff Beach

Queenscliff Beach is effectively the northern fringe of Sydney’s famous Manly Beach. Enough said.

Queenscliff Beach looking towards Manly

Queenscliff Beach looking towards Manly

Sydney.com the official tourism site for Destination NSW states that Queenscliff Beach is ‘possessed of an offshore “bommie” which can handle waves up to seven metres’ Kowabunga!!

To a surfer this would excite and entice. To a professional sun baker it barely registers.

What is a bommie?

A few clicks on the keyboard and I discover a ‘ bommie’ is slang for Bombora, an Aboriginal name which describes an area where large sea waves break over a submerged rock shelf, reef, or sand bank that is located off the shoreline and surf break.

Who knew this 12 Beaches of Christmas campaign could be so educational.

And on the day I soaked up the sites of Queenscliff Beach the ‘bommie’ was certainly not going off….but bag pipes were!! And I’m a sucker for this instrument.

Who doesn’t love sand on their feet, the salt through their hair and the sounds woodwind instruments filling the air?

 

 

 

 

Venice Beach, California

The 12 Beaches of Christmas 2018 campaign goes international!! Woo Hoo!!

Earlier this year I did travel to the West Coast of the USA. I left Sydney the morning of the 7th of February and arrived in Los Angeles on the morning of the 7th of February. Jet lag is a bitch.

But beaches or pools, be they located on the West Coast of Australia, the South of Spain or a backyard in Bondi are always worth travel time.

So to Venice Beach, California. As a 22-year-old backpacker I first encountered this place best described as weird, wonderful, mystical, magical, confronting, confusing. The kind of the place a 22-year-old backpacker would fall head over heals in love with. So much so that she felt the need to declare this love in ink form at the base of her 22-year-old spine – click here for further details

As a mature and motivated ( and sober) 39 year traveler to Venice Beach I did return. And with certainty I stand by my original description of this stretch of coastline, the place remains weird, wonderful, mystical, magical, confronting and confusing.

Yet hangover free I could venture far and wide, explore the Venice Beach canals ( what a delight) appreciate the street art ( note picture taken of humping bunny graffiti in homage to 2001 inking session), sample the local cuisine and marvel at the craftsmanship involved in deconstructed coffee ( yep its a thing)

 

Venice Beach – it was too long between visits.

Jet lag is a bitch but you my friend Venice made it worth it.

 

Children’s Wading Pool

Having returned to the South Coast for the festive season I have ample beaches and ocean pools at my disposal.

Yet the walk to the beach is turning into somewhat of a mission. With countless locals returning home from far flung places – Sydney, Singapore, Saigon the usual 5 minute stroll to the water can now be calculated at around 42 minutes and counting – catching up is time consuming work ‘How have you been?’ ‘ Where did the year go?’ ‘ So good to see you again’

With so much chatter lucky the 8th Beach of Christmas resides on my parent’s front verandah – a beautiful Bunning’s Hardware Store purchase – a Wading Pool ( $19.95)

Wading Pool

Wading Pool

‘ I love coming to your place Nanny’ remarked Ms R as she splashed around in the green plastic bath tub-sized water carrier on Thursday with her little sister Ms A.

Loved it so much that after a midday nap the pair spent the afternoon frolicking in the water some more – hours and hours of fun.

Ms R and Ms A - Wading Pool Fun

Ms R and Ms A – Wading Pool Fun

Anyone with kids knows that an excursion to the beach is a mission – packing the car with all the necessary ingredients for a seaside dip can exhaust and deplete.

Enter the Bunnings’ Hardware Store Wading Pool – a green plastic bath-tub sized water carrier, $19.95 worth of endless fun and no sand, salt or seaweed to contend with.

P.S Sun, Salt and Seaweed being everything I adore about the beach!! But I’d willingly sacrifice all this and more to see the delight on Ms R and Ms A in their green bath tub.

 

 

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