Surreal World

The sandbanks had finally reformed at Bondi Beach and the waves peeled clean lines across all the breaks. Sunday, the most trecherous day of the week to surf Bondi, the day on which people dig around in garages and find old surfboards to take out for a paddle. I succumbed to the Sunday Surf, but this time was a little different. After about an hour I saw something out of the corner of my eye and heard a clap of gasps and cheers from onlookers perched near the entrance to the Icebergs swimming pool. I looked across at the swarm of surfers waiting near the far south end and saw, what looked like two whales swimming around between the boards. When they launched out of the water, they were dolphins. Two big dolphins, between three and four metres. The bigger dolphin shot vertically out of the water as if standing to attention. It was a Seaworld act, with the dolphin metres above the water, but this was in the ocean, amongst a gaggle of surfers who were cautious on their boards, mesmorised by the dripping, grey mammal. The dolphins soon slid away, leaving everyone to look around at each others' startled faces. The excitement settled but lingered and the fight for waves was back on.