Looked round, rained, got wet, saw rusty iron bridge, saw over sized Thames barrier, got burned, looked round some more, rained, got wet, bought nail bar, got wet (Co's it rained), hired a car Co's we keeped getting wet. OK, so how's that for brief.
Just to sum up Sydney, not quite what we expected. Just like the City of London, busy, over priced and too many tourists, (mainly Chinese) and I've never seen so many beggars in one place. Anywhere.
So at long last, its time to leave. Up at 6.00am and off to the warehouse with hammer and nail bar in hand. Got there 7.30 on the dot to meet the customs and give them their due, they arrived shortly after. Bang bang, crash crash and its not to long before the trailers out of its box and customs are inspecting me cowboy boots. (for signs of cow I suppose). Now its time for the bike. More banging and crashing and finally she's out. (Bit of damage to the screen and a few scuffs on the wing mirror's) Then the customs officer pipes up whats that?. Laying at the wheel of the bike is an unopened bottle of white wine. Lin go's into overdrive, "not ours, never seen it before,don't know how it got there," I'm to busy looking for the corkscrew on me penknife. Free wine, why not?. Customs officer reckons I'd better not Co's I don't know whats in it and I figure maybe she's right, I've seen some of the stuff them Chinese put into bottles, some of it ain't good. OK so we we cruse through customs, pay (yet again) to have the crate disappear and its on the road back to the hotel to drop off the car and get the rest of our gear. Car go's back no problem, but as soon as we pull up outside the hotel on the bike, would you believe, a traffic warden strolls along. Now these bastards are the same the world over and we're soon getting "you can't park that there, no, not even for 5mins and not up there ether, that's a loading zone", well, he See's we're getting a bit hostile (Lin's good at that) and decides nipping off round the corners a good idea, They maybe ar**holes but this one was a smart ar**hole. Lin go's up and Down comes all this stuff. Well, I'm looking at this gear, thinking, where am I gonna get the tools to put big wheels on this bleeding suitcase and Lin's going like the clappers, packing all this stuff, knickers, sandals, handbags getting rammed into every nock and cranny, Still makes me eyes water thinking about it. Much to my amazement, all the stuff finally vanishes, and at long, long last we leave Sydney, travelling down highway one, trailer groaning and Lin looking back longingly at the last of the handbag shops. Now highway one is one of Australia's major roads and the first one I've found with hundreds of sets of traffic lights, so after about an hour of driving at 55mph we swung off onto the the great pacific road and through the State National Park and along the coast road, (still ain't seen a kangaroo). The next hour was spent going Ooh and Arrr, at the scenery and Ohhhh Sh** at the twists and turns in the road. Lin nearly falls off with hunger, (aint had time to eat) so we stop at a 'pull-in' for hot chocolate with ice-cream and hot dogs and (I think me ar** is alight) mustard. We're on top of a bloody great hill and hangliders are swooping all around us. I think it was the hot dogs that keeped attracting them. Oh to get back on the bike and off again.
A man and his thoughts !!!
The view from the top.
No John , you can't have a go, now get back on the bike lol !!!!!
Another hour and we pull into Kiama, the target for today. (They got a blow hole here but Lin says that's private !!!) Into the tourist office and found our self's booking into the Surf beach holiday park, sounds crass but what a great place, got the lot. Pool, laundry, free to use kitchen (galley), all clean and very well kept. So tent up and into town for dinner. (Lin's got the hunger monster again). Back to the tent just in time Co's it sodding fell down. Well that's it, been a long, busy day, so off to bed and listen to the rain
Love you all and the missing you feeling, just don't go away, me heart hurts xxxx
One of Kiama's non human residents. These little gold critters were well established here and great to watch, they only let you get so close though, then they bolted..... Who could blame them ???
The 'Blow hole' !!!! (yes, I know you knew what flipping Crocodile smith meant when he wrote this in his blog.
Editor in Chief (aka) Croc Dundee Smith
The Kiama landscape.
Our little home, ahhhhhh ( the tent !!! not the caravan, oh how I wished !)
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