Mmm, where to start...
Time for a bit of a review and catch-up. Time has kind of ran away with us really whilst on this road trip. We've covered a fair few hundred km in these last few days. So, the last time you heard from us was when we had left the Hunter Valley with beer, cheese, chocolate and wine in hand.
Now, we were givem such delightful options for turn offs during our trip up Pacifi Highway 1. Such place names as Swansea, Newcastle, Singleton, Stroud, Gloucester and Tamworth all were available, but for some reason, just didn't sound too appealing. I can't quite put my finger on why though... Leaving the Hunter, we started off towards our next stop, Tuncurry, which you may or may not find just North of Forster. Now, I say, may or may not.... we're finding that the aussie road maps we've been provided with are not really what you might call detailed, or explicit maybe. I think 'a roug guesstimate' is more appropriate. Nevertheless, Ali 'Sat Nav' Hill was on the case. Life on the Pacific Highway is much like any other dual carrigeway to be honest. With the exception of warnings for Koalas, Kangaroos, Wombats, Wild Cattle and loose horses. To make the trip a bit more pleasant, the aussies have labelled up various tourist loops that take you off the highway and out to several places of interest along the way which you wouldn't normally go visit. Generally, there will be some hidden gem or view point somehwere, some local amenities, and bit of bush and roadkill, and then back out onto the highway. It was on such a tourist loop that we made our next stop, on the shore of Wallis Lake. The exposed position of the campsite on the shore made it a windy night, and a bit rainy. Little were we to know of what had been unleashed on the residents of Sydney until we heard it on the radio the next morning and via good old FB. To think we were sunbathing on manly beach a few days before, then after we left, storms, snow, wind and lightening hit withsome ferrocity. Ah well.
Waking to this news in Tuncurry, the resolve to start heading Northwards away from such weather was strengthend. Bacon butties and coco pops consumed, we packed off and headed North.
Now, aussies and campervans.... Not so much inter-campervan waving here between the hire campervans in comparison to those in New Zealand. Not sure why, but one thing must be said. I think the locals prefer the caravan approach instead of a good old campervan. Actually, prefer is a bit weak. They love them! Not necesarily big, but millions of them around the place. Certainly seems like the holiday of choice. One good thing though, they know how to tow, and they dont hold up the traffic. I feel Jeremy Clarkson may almost be impressed even!
We rejoined the higway south of Taree and started clocking up the km. Our first stop of the day was on a tourist loop south of Port Macquarie. We had several stops around this loop, at Lake Cathie and then a nearby beach where some bloke was offering Camel rides for tourists. Thing is, it was quite out the way so who knows how he made his trade work. To be honest, we didnt see the camels. What we did see was a board in the sand and a dozen or so cycle helmets and an empty cattle waggon next to the beach. I assume that was him. Very random. Port Macquarie lighthouse was next on the agenda. Lovely spot. Very windy. Back on the highway north of the town, passed Kempsey and another detour to Scotts Head. This is where we decided to have lunch, and where, perhaps the most memorable time so far was spent.
First sigting of the day was 4 foot guana on the side of the road. He was a big lad, but unfortunatly, with traffic behind, it wasn't the best of paces to come to a screaching halt to inspect further. Gutted! Whilst eating lunch in our van, and dreaming of riding the waves like the surfers on the beach beneath us Ali looked a bit more distracted than normal. Then declared the sighting of a whale on the surface of the ocean, a mile or two out from the shore. It didnt take long for the sandwich to take a back seat, along with everything else lunch like. Binnies were scrambled for, lenses were changed on the camera and positions at cliff edge were taken up. Sure enough we saw whales. We think two distinct groups on their migration path for the summer. We couldn't see what type they were, but I think i might have picked some out on the camera. During our time looking out, we also two pods of dolphins, much closer into the coast, just beyond the surfers. Perhaps 8 or 10 in each pod. Tidy :-) Once again, back out on the highway and we made our way straight through Coff Harbour and out the other side following signs for Woolgoola, and then Emerald Beach. At this latest of the Big 4 sites, we checked in to our pitch with nothing more than a bit of bush between us and the beach. When we checked ina reception, we were asked if we had seen any Kangaroos yet. We said yes and were promptly told that we migt see a few more tonight. Well, if you can't see a 5 foot kangaroo within 4 feet of where you are sitting, then there is something wrong. It was brilliant. Two juveniles, a female who was being courted by a big male. Wherever the female went, the male followed.... and the female came right to the side of where we were sitting at our pitch. Tidy :-) Lots of photos were taken, and then came the invasion of the black turkeys, one of which prooved to be rather territorial, and some cookaburras and parakeets. Tidy :-) We look forward to more of this type action when we get to KI.
This brings us to this morning, waking up at Emerald Beach and packing the van up before driving around 200 meters around the corner for coffee on the beach. Not a bad way to start the day. We headed in land with the free way taking us towards Grafton before directing us back to the coast again. After a double brekkie this morning with one on site and another at the coffee shop overlooking the beach, we opted to give lunch a wide berth. Instead, w left the higway on another loop and headed for Evans Head just south of Ballina. At the mouth of the river, Evans Head has a lookout over more surf beaches, free to use BBQs and all sorts. Again, well out the way of any touristic trappings and just generally a nice place to chill. Then, onto our final leg for today, coming to Lennox Head, South of Byron Bay. This is the first time we have ventured off Big 4 territory, and we're not dissapointed. A good site with everything you need and a massive surf beach.
Photos here show all sorts along they way, including a banana, a prawn, beer, beaches and a windy selfie.
Stargazing last nigt was brought to me by M7 and the Butterfly Cluster in the constellation of Scorpius.
16 October 2014
Hello Possums (said in a bad Dame Edna Everidge type accent)
14 October 2014
G'day! How are ya?
Not much time to put into words what we've been up to the last 24 hours, so here's the day in pictures :-)
13 October 2014
Campervan starts off with a bang!
Good evening! Its been not much time since this mornings post, that actually covered yesterdays doings. Now, time to catch up with the rest of today.
This morning, we bid farewell to the Amora hotel in Sydney that has been our base for the last few days. Time for one last brekkie down at the quayside - but, not on our own. This time we were joined by Rosie! It's been a while since we saw each other last. A couple of years at least, and crikey has she made the most of her like. I wont go into detail. Its simply not my place to, but we are both so pleased the way everything is going for her. It was fantastic to catch up on all the gossip and goings on from the last couple of years. I only wish we had more time, but that isnt something that we are blessed with on this journey unfortunatley. Rosie, you are a legend, and we really hope everything keeps getting better and better for you!
After spotting what could have been hundreds of jellyfish in the harbour, briefly deciding that jumping in the water to find out if they would hurt you or not, and then saying our farewells to Rosie, it was time to catch the train to Mascot and the pick up point for our trusty chariot, and home for the next 8 nights.
Mascot is quite a quiet suburb south of the city. The Britz depot (which is the name of our hire company) is shared with all the other hire companies. This time, we have gone for a small, more compact camper compared to our 2011 machine that we had to drive around New Zealand. However, its only got 6000km on the clock and is virtualy brand new. Bonus!
Our first stop is in the Hunter valley, which meant having the negotiate Sydney, and we got to drive over the Harbour bridge! A big tick in the box there, but with 6 lanes of traffic and no barriers between traffic running in opposite directions, there wasnt much time for site seeing. Leaving Sydney behind, and starting out on the highway, we started to put some miles on the clock. Turning off the highway in search of a supermarket, we took the chance to stop for dinner in the supermarket carpark, because we could. :-)
Then, came the good driving. The country roads heading all over the place, past an observatory just before we got to Bucketty (population 150), we started winding our way through the bush, with the occasional sighting of Skippy having a munch in the fields and scrub either sid of the road. I would have loved to have stopped in the obsie, but time was getting on.
It is at this point that I make my next comparison with campervans in Oz and vans in NZ. Nobody waves in Oz! Too laid back maybe? I shall monitor closely. We also drove past a shop that sold hats. I didnt buy one.
We are now pitched up in Hunter Valley at the Big 4 campsite, and bedded down for the evening. To welcome us to the site, we have already had a belter of an electric storm. No photos unfortunatly. DSLR ran out of batteries.
So, not many amusing things happened today. But still really pleased we met up with Rosie.
Tomorrow, there may be wine and beer involved..... Breweries, vineyards.... When will the madness end?