This is our final Oz post…
Driving via Nambucca Heads, we enjoyed stunning views across white sands and turquoise seas:
4. Scotts Head. We chose Scotts Head because it’s known to be good for beginner surf. Luckily, we found a fabulous homestay, where the owner offered to teach us to surf!
Up at 6.30am, ready to catch the early swell, Tash, Lola and Albie were determined to get up on the boards! Hmmm, Tash got to her knees!), Lola smashed it (a natural) and Albs got to his feet. Brilliant!
5. One Mile Beach, Port Stephens.
On route, we swung by Forster and loved their ocean pool! Treating ourselves to a quick dip, we were refreshed to drive on.
Again, we’d booked to camp near a beach that was good for beginner surf so we could practise!
Arriving at dusk, we had fun making shapes on the beach before bed!
We were a bit worried to find lots of blue bottles (jellyfish) littering the beach, so wondered if we’d get some surf in…
Thankfully, we met the lovely Steve and Rhonda, who were camping next to us. We enjoyed chatting with them, and Steve offered to lend us his board, explained the forces of nature that affect the influx of blue bottles (which thankfully didn’t reappear) and gave us some surf tips #forever-indebted.
6. Kiama. We decided to bypass Sydney and retrace our earlier road trip, because we’d missed out Sea Cliff bridge, and the towns south (primarily, we wanted to visit Kiama).
There is so much to do here, and we were made to feel so welcome by the locals we met, that we could have stayed so much longer! These are the things we loved:
– Two breathtaking blowholes, one at each end of the town.
– Clifftop walks/runs with stunning views over the lush green rolling hills embracing the coast.
– Daily swims in the town’s two ocean pools (we loved the one by the harbour best).
– Swimming in the rock pools at Kiama’s quieter sibling, Gerringong.
– Paddling in the still waters on Seven Mile Beach.
– Enjoying the feeling of living local at the markets, where musicians strummed and children played on water slides.
– Strolling past Collins Street’s cute terrace buildings, built in 1886.
– Hearing the town shout its vibrancy from all sorts of places.
– Meeting the lovely Marie at our campsite, and enjoying her sense of humour (why didn’t we get a photo with you Marie?!).
– Surviving a night of high winds and torrential rain in our little tent.
– Meeting a kind lady in an Op Shop, who gave Albie a scooter. We decided to say goodbye to our trusty tent and camping kit at the same Op Shop, hoping it makes them a little bit of money. Bye bye Aussie home!
7. Berrima. Our final resting place en route to Sydney airport. This historic countryside village, in the Southern Highlands, surprised and intrigued us.
It was established in the 1830s, during a time of great exploration and expansion in New South Wales, and houses preserved Georgian architecture along its deserted, wide tree-lined streets.
By 1840, it had a court house and a gaol, and it became the administrative centre for the southern districts. The gaol closed and re-opened over the years, and is currently in use, whilst the courthouse is run as a museum (with a mocked up courtroom).
Whilst on a walk along the river, we came across plaques describing how German Internees lived here in camps during WW1.
Tash was interested to find Berrima Scout Camp, nestled in a forest of beautiful trees, taking her back to her good ol’ Venture Scouting days!
We loved our two-month adventure up and down the east coast of Australia, and leave this stunning country filled with wonderful memories and experiences. Love you Oz!