As the temperature soared into the 40s we headed up North to Palm Beach. Golden sand, almost deserted, with the famous Home and Away lighthouse on the hill, it was an obvious choice. To avoid the intense heat, we ran straight into the sea - and stayed there - despite the lifeguard's protestations (we are still unsure whether this was because it wasn't technically a topless beach, or because we were getting caught in the rip and not really caring...) Savvy travellers that we are.
Absolutely amazing lunch at the beach house - sitting in the middle of a huge fruit and flower stall, sipping coconuts out the shell and slowly melting. 
Back at Bondi for the evening, the sea was full of people, despite the pitch black sky, and the all to frequent shark warnings. By midnight, the temp resolutely remained in the high 30s. This meant that the journey home across the city was rubbish - especially the discovery that the air conditioning on the trains didnt extend to the Inner Western line.
Returned home to find that the one and only fan was broken. Doh.
Harri then rang to say she had been bitten by an unidentified large black spider while taking in the washing. Panic and frantic googling ensued. Luckily, after 10 sleepless, sweaty hours of worrying, she was still alive the next morning.
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