Thursday, March 08, 2007

Scarborough Sunset

With a few days to kill before heading north I decided to spend two days at the beach in a Perth neighborhood called Scarborough. The hostel was disgusting and the Mother Nature blasted the city with heatwave. When it’s 108 degrees, the beach is no better than an oven. So I spent 48 hours sweating profusely, downing up to six liters of water a day.

The saving grace was the evenings. Around 6 pm, as the sun began to set, the beach would fill with people – groups of teenagers, couples, families and legions of surfers and boogie boarders. One night the winds were blowing in the right direction and about a dozen kite surfers were riding the currents. Cool evening breezes replaced the torturous heat as the sun sank on the horizon, flattening into a layer of distant orange fire.

Then I ate a double scoop of coffee and chocolate gelato.



Blogger Lizzie972 said...

Mattie - Where the heck are you? Haven't heard back from you so I'm getting your e-mail working? I hope you weren't fried to a crisp on the beach...

2:19 AM  

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