On the coastal walk down at Bondi, there is an old poet who has lived on the cliffs for 8 years now. He sleeps in a small tent and has everything he needs on the top of a rock right on the edge of the water (including a wine rack.. obviously an essentail). Who needs multi-million dollar mansions when you could rough it out on the cliffs?
However if a bathtub or a cliffside tent don't suit you, you can always move into this place, which is, somehow, close to EVERYTHING. Don't ask me how they pull that one off..
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