Granted Bondi is full of porsches, prams, posers, fitness freaks and many from London and Brazil, so I can understand why a lot of people screw their face up when you mention it. But you know what? I think it’s great. As far as holding down a city job goes, I can’t see how you can do much better than living in Bondi (or perhaps Manly but we’ve not made it there) and commuting into central Sydney after an early surf or run along the coastline. 

And the number of independent businesses on the Bondi Road is heartening: butchers, organic beauticians, fishmongers, health emporiums, seamstresses, chocolatiers, grocers, bakeries, cobblers, art supplies, all offering an outpost for quality. Decent restaurants from across the board (excellent chippie and burrittos). The perfect town centre.

During an aborted camping trip up the coastline north of Sydney (surprisingly few decent camping sites around the Catherine Bay area) we stumbled across this farmer’s market (8am - 1pm. Rain, Hail or Shine!). A little late, the potato man’s trailer was already empty, but we managed to walk away with a kilo of sausage and a bottle of chilli sauce. Close to the sea and with a bunch of old fellas knocking out background music this is an enchanting shopping experience. And more of those small businesses with quality product.

With a focus on the outdoors and healthy living, Australia and its many niche markets is the promised land for people making the brave and admirable move to strike out on their own and purse the dream of their own business. Exactly what is happening right here in our host’s house; the headquarters of The Unexpected Guest.

Living the Dream.