Between this software and keeping an Internet connection on the road, it's a toss up which will claim my sanity first.....
Anyway, here we are on the penultimate day of our travels, and it started uncharacteristically with rain and a very grumpy Wayne. It seems I snored a little last night. Revenge, I feel for casting aspersions on my ability as a navigator earlier in the week, as if me already referring to her as the 'nagivator' wasn't enough. Always a belt and braces man, me......
So we hit the road today without breakfast as, to be frank, we forgot to go shopping last night. Not that Tathra would have offered much, we feel; it's been our least favourite stop so far. We closed our anti-love affair with the place by heading out the wrong way, by some way, and then having to pass through the town yet again to get on the right road. Honesty prevents me from blaming Wayne on this occasion.....
We headed inland, seemingly forever when we're expecting a picturesque coastal road. Convinced we were wrong, but we persevered to find for once we were right and we arrived in Bermagui for possibly the most expensive breakfast I've ever purchased. Nice, yes, but nearly 40 bucks? I think not. Yes, this country is beautiful and yes, the people are great, but Jesus H Christ do they know how to charge! We leave Bermagui and head back to the Princes Highway, aiming for Bateman's Bay for a stop to break up today's shorter leg of our epic journey. Shorter legs, of course, being my speciality before anyone else thinks that one .....
Now here's a tip for anyone contemplating a trip in a camper van round Oz. The speed limit is 100kph which in our money is a piddly 62mph. As in our country, lorries often speed up on you, if you try and overtake them, and one did on us today. We topped a distinctly unsedate 120kph, wobbling along the road like some high-speed jelly and only just made it past the lorry before having to slam on the anchors for a 75 kph corner......All very untidy and unsightly. Again, honesty prevents me from blaming Wayne.......and that was my final clean pair of shreddies, too.
We stopped shaking in time for our arrival at Bateman's Bay. A quick trip into woolwrths was about all we could muster in the way of interest here. I'm sure we must have missed the better bits, somehow.... But back on the road for a short hop to Ulladulla and our bed for the last night.
Anyone seen Carry On Camping? The bit where Sid and Bernie are paying to get in to the campsite? It was just like that...... 5 dollars for this, three dollars for that, a dollar for a shower...... Seems they have set their sights on fleecing the just-in-distance Sydney weekenders which must make their way out here on a regular basis. This sets me off on one on Facebook. But, all is forgotten once make the short walk to the beach, albeit under heavy skies, to find the most beautiful long sandy beach we've yet to encounter. I'm in the sea like a shot. The water is warm and refreshing and the skies lift for an hour. It's glorious until.....it becomes heavenly. Half a dozen dolphins swing by and all the moaning is set aside for a few moments...... Until it starts raining again. Make that, hammering it down. Fortunately we are safe in our campa and don't get wet.
Then it's time for tea and we pass the usual places, determined to find something nice for our last night. We don't go far wrong, Tony's Italian Restaurant at Ulladulla harbour is just perfect. Wayne has a gorgeous fillet steak, and I have grilled fish, both with veg instead of chips. Both meals are superb and we head off home full and contented. We return to the site and park up. I'm convinced there's a little snake on our pitch. It's a stick and I'm an idiot. We settle down to read and blog and swear some more at the technology. And that's that for our penultimate night under the stars.
Coming up next - the big push back to Petersham and the final arguments as to who put what dents in the van........
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