Bondi skate park

In ozstraylia, travelling on April 11, 2010 at 8:32 pm

It’s close to five in the afternoon, sun beats down on the back of my neck, big clock on bondi pavillion says it’s 22 degrees it feels hotter, just huffed and puffed along the new south head over to bucolic watson’s bay, stephen king would have felt at home there, very new england quaker feel to it, then along the old south head to bondi.

The skate park is filled with boys of all ages 30-13, rolling the same line, attempting the same trick over and over till it’s nailed not once or twice but every time. Tattoos on forearms, headphones in ears, curly hair escaping caps and helmets, barefeet pushing across hot concrete, bailing out a leap too far, jumping out of the park, knees pumping as they ride the humps and dips, waiting their turn in line to roll down and in. Braces slurring speech, enthusiasm overcoming common sense, frustration rising as runs are spoiled and aborted, encouragement given to the little ones as they attempt the basics.

No music just the patter of trainer on concrete and then the grumble grind of the small wheels rolling,

Two girls finding space and time amongst the boys to drop in, knees padded, helmets on, concentrating hard on their movement, the board beneath their feet, learning the how’s and why’s and the dynamics of the park, fathers standing in the back with little brother offering words of support when required.

I leave and go and lie in the sun

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