so i may never really admit straight to jeff’s face that melbourne’s got some superb beaches but i don’t mean that as an insult to the city. it’s just that i’m a die-hard fan of philippines’ azure beaches lined with coconut trees reaching out to touch either the water or the sky. dancing to the rhythm of the wind blowing warm kisses on your face that leaves you with a suntanned glow.
such tropical thoughts induce poetry in me.
the beaches here, frankly, not so much. mainly because most of the time, it’s rather cold. it’s difficult to be poetic about the cold, unless you’re going for the kind that breaks your heart or rhymes with hypothermia.
to be fair, the dude is right. compared to most of the beaches back home, australia has public beaches whose shores stretch on and on and on. emphasis on the word public. which means everyone gets fair and equal use of it without having to pay anything (because the exorbitant parking fee already takes care of that, i suppose.)
but on this random day, i realized it doesn’t really matter which side of the world you are. the salty breeze and the sound of the waves would always find a way to charm you. bonus points when there’s sunlight peeking through.