Impulse. It was an unexpected cancellation. Without thinking, I filled a backpack and ventured out into the brilliant bright day. Two trains, a few wrong turns and a lost bus ride later, I ended up at Tamarama Beach where a vista in all shades of blue enveloped me every which way. So I walked.
I stopped for some refreshing nibbles at The Ex Lounge at Bronte Beach.
An older man approached me and asked: "Do you always take pictures of your food?"
Then I walked back to Bondi Beach along the coastal walk. I was truly a tourist in my own city today.
A sort of unique, deep pleasure came from my solitary wondering today. I felt aware all the time. Present, and just there. What about you? I would love to hear of your accidental adventures too.