Bondi to Coogee, and then some

One of 40 salt water ocean side pools

"We still look tired!", this my sister proclaims after our 5 kilometer walk from Bondi Beach to Coogee Beach yesterday. I think she really should have said, "We look tired again!"
The book we are using to tour Sydney is the Lonely Planet guide to the city, which has great walk suggestions that seem to range between 2 and 5 km, anywhere from 2 to 5 hour neighborhood strolls. On the plane we had thought we would do the Bondi to Coogee walk the first day, and when we actually did the walk yesterday, we both declared there was no way we would have accomplished it.
We continue to be educated on things Australian as our adventure continues. Yesterday, both staff members at our resort, in unison, corrected our pronunciation of Bondi. "BOND-EYE! BOND-EYE! It's softer!" Evidently our pronunciation of their incredible beach as Bond-ee was a wee bit hard on the ears. We have learnt that the bus system is a mystery, no maps seems to exist with routes or directions, and the bus drivers are the only less-than-friendly people we have met. Australians tend to like to scare their visitors by putting pictures of great white sharks on the cover of every tourist magazine and brochure, and thankfully they like their coffee hot and strong - espresso only. Grocery shopping was less adventuresome than some countries I have visited, but still garnered interesting tubes of Vegemite (a rich source of vitamin B), a tube of Coffee and Milk (great for camping!) and some little chocolate cookies a friend told me about, Tim Tams.
But back to Bondi. Upon arrival we settle in for a latte and to enjoy the view of the incredible bay and the surfers crossing the street to head to the pipelines that attract many. The walk yesterday was sprinkled with stops to watch the occasional wet-suit clad hard body catch a wave.  We walk the little shopping strip and then head down to the beach. We decide we don't need to put our feet in the ocean, and we continue along on our walk. The cliffs allow for incredible views and vistas, the beaches are littered with men in speedos of all ages and others in heavier winter jackets and tuques. We spend the next 4 hours climbing up stairs, walking down stairs, stopping on benches to enjoy incredible views, taking pictures of the surf and the rock formations and trying to capture the beauty of this great stretch of the world.
Exhausted, we fall into the bar at the end of our walk and sit gazing at the incredible view. Again.
What we loved: there are 40 enclosed, saltwater pools that are built seemingly right into the sea, stairs at every bay that allow you easy access to the ocean, and washrooms and changing stations at every beach. Sydney lifestyle seems to include the sea at every opportunity.
What we learned: Amungst other things already noted: My sister prefers a darker ale over a pale ale.
What made us laugh: A less-than-buff suferer dude running to meet his surfer buddy. We're not sure why he was funny, he just was!