So, this news is just as random as it is for you,
than it was for me. But as the title implies, apparently, Parra’s planning to
get their own city beach. And no, I ain’t talking bout the twelvie store
‘CityBeach,’ aka the one that always smells like fake sand, has racks upon
racks of bright neon Roxy swimsuits and never seems to stop selling those
overly chunky DC shoes circa 2008 (yea, u kno the ones). I’m talkin’ bout a
beach beach. Aka one with real sand, where you can relax, lie down and bask in
the sun. Don’t think it’s legit? Well check out this artist’s impression of the future city beach along the Parramatta River I stole (along with the original story) from Parramatta advertiser lol.
Looks heqtiq ay. According to the article, Parra council’s
going to transform Parra river, which is if you’ve ever visited: dirty, smelly,
and always full of condoms ew, to this super relaxing, umbrella filled, clean
and modern bankside. They also claim to have a strategy to bring the river to
life with paddle-boats and kayaks, an open plaza, mini parks, terraced seating
and activities such as outdoor cinemas. Eshays brahhhhh. But why the hell in
Parramatta you say. Of all the places!? Well, tbh, Parra’s been steppin’ it up
HEAPS lately with numerous developments, and
if they’re going to transform that nasty ass river to our own little Bondi in
the west, then I sure ain’t gna question them! As far as I know, if it’ll save
me the 1.5-2hr commute that it normally takes me to get to the beach, then I’m
all for it!
Parra river currently Source
Parra river future prospects, including pedestrian plazas and terraced seating Source
But before you get all excited all you lads and lasses out
there, I have some TERRIBLE news… The plan is being looked at from the
perspective of a 30 year time frame. And let’s be real, if it’s a development
in the west, you’re looking at it being unveiled during the thirtieth year at
the earliest. Ugh. Was too good to be
true right. At least that now gives you an extra 30 years to work on your
Summer body? So once you’ve hit 50 and the beach is finally finished, you know
you’re gna fkn slay when you walk down the bankside in that bright neon Roxy
swimsuit you’d bought circa 2014. No ragrets. But in the meantime, grab a
VB from the fridge, blow up and fill that inflatable pool in the
backyard, lay back, and keep dreaming.
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