Awesome arepas and cocktails and the best jam sessions from local legendary musicians who are all the only remaining magic that is the reason everyone who has arrived in the Bondi area moved into the area at the expense of the same very guys and girls who play at Rumba every week to keep the music and the magic of this once greatest place in the entire world- the coolest, most edgy, daring and fashionable and completely (waaaay before it became cool and fashionable... regardless of the fact that they were all doing the right thing because of their oh-so-rare and against the grain of the masses that make up suburbia, communities collectively making a nation and the fabric and personality - indeed the stereotypes n' generalized reputations of places).... Bondi's Eora soul has been loving and nurturing the dreams of everyone with a dream and a smile.... until vapid mon
ey driven bricks in the soulless modern "slavery-by-indebtedness to forge conformity with the illusion of free thought&choice" world that has swallowed up Bondi Beach and spat out it's magical artists & creatives in a westerly direction (models/actors landing in Surry Hills, musicians and artists scattered by the prevailing sea-breeze to between Marrickville and Glebe, the managers and agents who employ them for "great exposure" at the expense of the piles of money required to survive in their own city of Sydney - between the terraces of Lewisham out to the McHills district beyond the faux cool of modern world Sydney itself, and finally the contaminated classiness of the young European & pasty skinned entitlement & permanent residency seeking Brits or the hordes flying due north to the Byron Shire aka the Nu-North Bondi... modern day Straya's cultural epicenter.... sadly where the cost of surviving is almost as much as the cost of now vapid Bondi. read more