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Travel ian 4/29/2013

A while ago I introduced you to Sonia Masarova who left the Slovak Republic and went to England, where she met her partner, Steve. In 2008 they followed a dream that led to settling in the Shire and discovering the joys of photography.

I love this photo Steve took of Sonia who in turn is focusing on her subject, Cronulla Beach.

Here’s a link to Sonia’s photography website – http://www.soniamphotography.com/.

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Hotel News ian 8/23/2012

Cronulla Beach.  Saturday morning.  5:27a.m.  In my usual neck of the woods that would be considered early but when I overlook the beach and the Pacific from my balcony at Rydges, well, I’m not going to miss the sunrise!

A silhouette flotilla of container ships and oil tankers sit close to the horizon travelling north.  The sun is still threatening its inevitable arrival but much of the suburb is already awake.  With a backdrop of birdsong, dogs are being walked on leads along the esplanade, a few fishing boats bob, black against grey.  Cars, with headlights reflecting, swish through last night’s rain.

Half a dozen hopeful surfers are out, waiting. There’s a small set of waves, near the shore, breaking left to right, resulting in either a missed roll or a five second gentle ride.  Can’t see the point of sitting more than standing out there.  I can do that from my balcony without getting wet, and with a cup of tea.

Seagulls squawk and run at the foamy tide.  Couples and singles stroll the promenade above the damp, hard sand.  Joggers pound the footpath.  Fitness and body image is important in surf culture.  It is a suburb where few gym memberships lapse.  Botox and spray tans without a six-pack body tone just look, well, so fake.

5:55a.m.  The sun arrives.  In large, orange, spectacular fashion.

Dolphins are arching off the break, just metres behind the surfers.  The swell is still small but the ride time has increased around eight seconds.  Do they know something I don’t?  There are now board riders off Wanda Beach, Eloura, North Cronulla and ‘The Point’ off the main beach, all calmly laying claim to their own piece of salty real estate.

I’m starting to see the addiction.  It’s a mental state and nothing to do with endorphins.  Dammit.  I’m actually envious.  I want to be closer to those dolphins, closer to the sound of the crashing waves, closer to nature.  Perhaps closer to myself.  Yoga, meditation and fitness.  That’s a very healthy mix.  And they do know something I don’t.  They’re locals who understand the draw of the sand and the sea.  They knew the waves would arrive and deliver rewards.

The sun is now up and throwing out some rays.  You can feel the day gathering purpose.  Time for a juice and fruit breakfast on the terrace downstairs, even closer to the ocean.  Louis Armstrong comes to mind, "...and I think to myself…"

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Photo: Sonia Masarova (Sonia M Photography)

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