Day 1
As I write this we are sitting in Fiji, spending the day
relaxing and catching up on the blog as we wait for our transfer to the
airport. That puts us about 20 days behind on our blog so you may find the next
few days a bit short and sharp…
Deciding to give Byron Bay a miss as the weather was still
pretty foul and it was a weekday, we didn’t think there would be much
entertainment on in the pubs which seemed to be the main reason to go there.
Had we seen it on a nicer day we may have had a different impression of Byron
(which everyone raves about) but for us it was a nice town, okay beach and well
overpriced.
Instead we set our sat nav to Yamba, a stopping off point
for our journey towards Sydney. It was around a 200-300k drive and we’d chosen
a site with an en-suite, so we could slowly adjust from our luxury dwellings at
Sue’s.
The town itself was quaint with lots of river way’s and
bridges. We arrived at the campsite and setup for the day just as the downpour
started. Glad we invested in the en-suite!
With not much else to do we fed ourselves and sat around
chilling and turned in for the night with Tony Soprano. Check out our newly acquired hoodies that were kindly donated by Sue!!
Day 2 - Don’t come a knockin if the caravan is rockin!
The sun was shining when we woke up so we headed for the
seafront and found a lovely trail that took you around the harbour, across the
town and towards other beaches. We passed a fisherman who was cleaning his
catch and who was surrounded by the biggest pelicans we have ever seen.
Massive, huge, almost as big as him!
After wandering through town and looking at the beaches we
climbed towards a lighthouse and reached a hotel where we had read there were
great views. There were but the restaurant was enclosed by glass so we opted for
a pint and a bag of crisps before we headed off again.
The trail ended through a short bush walk and we couldn’t go
any further as everything was waterlogged due to the previous day’s downpour so
we headed back to camp.
The camp we were staying at was really cheap and pretty
nice. Most sites had residence on them in self-contained units so the camp
kitchen was very basic and didn’t have much to cook with. We had read there was
a Fisherman’s Cooperative which did amazing food so we headed there first to
get a take-away for our dinner.
As Glenn waited for
our order we agreed that I would head back to camp to prepare for the food so
it wouldn’t get cold. As I headed towards our site I could hear a lot of
grunting and groaning and could see the camper next to us was rocking and
rolling! Quickly realising it wasn’t an earthquake I started to make loud
noises and banging doors to make my presence known. This was quickly followed
by a yelp and then silence. The poor cow couldn’t look me in the eye for the
rest of our stay J
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