Benjamin B.
Yelp
Do you like:
- parking fines?
- driving around for ages trying to find a park?
- expensive fish and chips?
- impossibly long car queues on a sunny weekend?
If you said yes to all those . . . well, congratulations, I didn't expect that.
Look, nobody likes that crap, do they? And yet flocks of people are willing to overlook those special little tortures to while away the day at Balmozza. It is, very simply, that good. Actually, I lie - it's better.
The beach to the left is the family beach, it's got a beautiful, shallow little rock pool that's filled twice daily by the tide, perfect for teaching the little nippers how to doggy paddle. In the middle is Rocky Point Island, known to those who grew up here as Pirate Island, because, hey, who doesn't like pirates. Oh, and it has some caves and stuff. Ripe for a picnic if that's your thing. The beach to the right is the young/cool/tanned/good looking section, populated by, well, you get the idea.
BUT.
Tucked away at the very left hand edge of the left hand beach, past the rock pool, and behind a large boulder that has no place being there, is a tiny little piece of sand that abuts the rocks of the point. This, friends, is Secret Cove. It's frequented by a set of very friendly regulars. You'll see the same old familiar faces here, all loving life sick - especially the brown, tanned, wrinkly old woman with the big bolt-on cans who I've not once seen with a bikini top on. She loves life the sickest of anyone.
There's a 0% wank factor, everyone's here to let the good times roll. Absolutely world class.