This is my blog, duh.
I post all about things I have done, seen, or noticed, as well as things I am thinking about, want to share, or am excited about.
Insights, rants, philosophies, aspirations, desires, curios, and fart-jokes may also make an appearance - as will Leanne.
Forgive us when we ramble.
As the weather last week was pretty fucking awesome, Simon and I decided to take Mickey and some weed to Nth Avoca beach. Mickey didn't taste very good so we sat in front of a sand dune and smoked the weed instead, and spent the next hour laughing at a variety of incredible things.
We laughed at ourselves:
We laughed at the ocean:
We laughed at a tennis ball:
We laughed at the faces and reclining lady that can be found in this cliff:
And we laughed at this toupee crawling through the sand:
We went for a swim and were bashed about by waves that took no pity on us poor stoned folk. It was awesome: the physical sensation of the water crashing against us, the coolness on our scalps as we dived beneath it, the roughness of the sand at our toes, the sun shining on our faces, the colours exploding in our eyes and dripping off our auras... It was awesome, and even when I threw up from swallowing too much ocean the colours in my spew were so captivating that I happily watched their luminescent parts pool below me and ride an incoming wave directly into Mickey's ankles (as my eyes slid up to his incredulous face). BEST VOMIT EVER!
We spent more some time sunning on the beach, and then Simon and I went for a second swim before heading to The Green Dolphin in Wamberal for a HUGE lunch/dinner of Caesar Salad Burgers and too many chips. VERY, very tasty but my gods, don't get the $7 chips unless you're eating with a family of 10 starving bears and a wolf cub...
Mickey was desperate to pee at this point, having needed to pee in the car on the way up and at the beach (though it had run away at the first touch of cold water), so we drove to Avoca beach to use the amenities, sit for a while, and eat Cold Rock caramel fudge ice-cream with picnic bars and nerds mixed in - which is by far the best combination I've had.
Also at Avoca beach Simon saw this cute little dog and has fallen in love with it. It was such a happy prancing little dog, and had every cute girl chatting to the guy who was walking it. Well done!
So, with the day coming to an end we starting driving back down the freeway to home... only to take THE BEST DETOUR to the Hunter Valley for the night! YAY! We rocked out to Tenacious D in the car then settled into the house with another joint, some enlightening conversation about a "marinara trench", and then created the following videos:
This firework was MEANT to spin around on the ground then shoot into the sky for a loud explosion. As you can tell, it didn't quite make it. Our ribs were hit with the shockwave and we could feel it for an hour afterwards!
This firework was old and broken and had no fuse, so we stabilised it (ingeniously) by sticking it in a plastic bottle inside a watering can, and lighting it with a sparkler.
FUCKING AWESOME NIGHT!
(followed up by this Peat's Ridge breakfast the next morning)
From the 13th to the 17th November, Leanne took me on a road trip. She saved the destination as a surprise, but I was told that it would be down south and near a beach. But a beach holiday down south? Don't you usually head north for a beach holiday? Well, there is logic behind that: we're about to move north, so this will probably be the last opportunity to head south before it becomes a supreme trek/pain-in-the-ass. Leanne did a little research, got directions, and on Tuesday 13th November 2007 - after an itchy night from an allergic reaction to Mescal - we headed south to a secret destination. Now, I was expecting a 2 or 3 hour trip down south, but Leanne had bigger plans; she took me all the way to the Sapphire Coast, near Bega.
Yup. Day 1. Now, what was awesome about Google Maps was that it decided to take us a scenic route in the Kangaroo Valley. I'm so glad it did. This meant that we got to drive by some pretty places:
The Kangaroo Valley is absolutely spectacular. During this drive through the valley, we saw a sign for a café, and deciding that coffee and a bit to eat wouldn't be a bad idea, we stopped. The café was undergoing renovations, so there was no food - we would get coffee and stop for food later. The café was located in a national park. The guy behind the counter asked if we'd seen the falls yet. He said he came here 3 weeks ago and didn't want to leave - he was from Victoria. So Leanne and I finished ourcoffee, and went for a walk to "the falls." On the way we passed these:
and joked that they were the falls. We were very wrong:
We couldn't believe it. What a perfect surprise. What a wonderful start to a wonderful adventure. Better yet, there was nobody around. It was just Leanne, I and the view. Well, after about 5 minutes, some people walked up, so we followed the path around to the next lookout and stayed ahead of them the whole time. Oh, this was the next lookout:
Wowsers. There are more photos on the Flickr set that I have created, if you wanna see 'em. There was another lookout after this one, too, at Twin Falls, but you'll have to go to the aforementioned Flickr set to see that. Shortly after that, we saw a sign for the "Worlds Best Pies." Not being able to refuse, we pulled over for lunch. They weren't lying. Holy cow. Absolutely magnificent pies. I had a chicken and vegetable, and Leanne had a red wine and steak. Oh man. I want one now. Better than just that, they did great milkshakes (we shared a vanilla and malt) and you could eat it all outside in their lovely herb garden. What a happy moment. This trip was off to a truly fantastic start. A few hours of driving later, following Google Maps directions, we took a right turn at the Snowy Mountains Hwy. Unfortunately, and for no good reason at all, only a few km after this turn, is another Snowy Mountains Hwy - the one we were actually meant to turn at. This meant we went 40km out of our way (which you can see on the map I've created), and had to turn back. Not all bad though, the drive was very pretty, and we listened to King Billy. So this meant we were about an hour later than we could have been. Leanne's research had turned up a few different possible campsites to choose from. The first one we decided to check out was in Bournda NP, and sat next Wallagoot Lake. We pulled in (and saw some roos), but while it had showers, gas BBQs etc, there were a fair few people, and we really wanted one next to the beach, anyhow. So we left and after looking at the list of possible campsites, decided that the Gillards Beach campsite sounded best. We had a little trouble finding it (the GPS on my phone had never heard of Gillards Rd), but eventually we came to the dirt road leading us there. Oh man. We were SO glad we decided to check it out. It was perfect. Each campsite was surrounded by bush, so you didn't see or hear your neighbours, and our campsite was walking (but not smelling) distance to the toilets, and was huge. There was a shaded area for us and the car, our own fire pit (with billy stand and hot plate) and the tent was set up at the top of the stairs to the beach. Oh yes, the stairs to the beach, we were 6 stairs away from the beach - with our own private access. That's what I mean when I say "perfect." You can tell how happy we were by this photo:
After lighting and sitting around the fire for a little while, we explored the beach in the dark, and were struck by two things: phosphor in the water, and three dead birds all in a line. The phosphor was really cool, but the birds were... odd. But we weren't phased. The phosphor was awesome, but didn't make an appearance for the rest of the trip - we caught the beach at a magic moment. The perfect end to a perfect day. The stars were bright and beautiful that night, and we enjoyed them on our backs and on our knees. This road trip was going to be absolutely perfect. It was.
Day 2. We woke, after a fairly uncomfortable (damn roll mats...) nights sleep, but it didn't matter because it was a perfect day, and we were at the perfect spot. We decided to have breakfast on the beach, so we got some fruit our of the car, and headed down to the beach. Hey ho, what's this?
DOLPHINS!?!
Could this place get any better? Wow! After revelling in the awesomeness of this place, and after enjoying kiwi fruit and banana on the beach, Leanne and I decided to head for a walk south down the beach. One immediate thing we noticed: more dead birds.
So many dead birds. To solve the mystery for you now, the ranger came by the next day and he told us that it was because they are migratory birds (they even sleep while flying), and this is very near the end of their journey, so a lot of them don't make it. It only happens once a year. Nice. So Leanne and I occasionally had to put up with a bit of stink, but it didn't mar the trip in any way. There were also bluebottles:
They were all on the beach though; we only saw one in the water as the tide came in, and we didn't get stung at all. That was all that was less-than-perfect on this trip - and they're fun to pop anyway. The walk down to the south was the main event of the day. It wasn't that far, but it took us some time because, on top of the dolphins, dead birds and bluebottles, we were distracted by photos, swimming, skinny-dipping, sex, and the beauty of it all. After we arrived back at the campsite, a HUGE goanna shuffled by our site and into the next. Man, this place is incredible. But we needed one thing: Fish 'n' Chips. So we headed into Tathra for some. They were fantastically crispy, but - as I often do with fish 'n' chips - I felt a little seedy afterward. No matter. We ate them by the inlet, and walked to the beach afterward. It was lovely. After that we drove back to the campsite, and played with fire.
But not before a visit from a wallaby and her joey. So cute. Soon enough, it was time for bed.
Day 3. Leanne and I decided that today would be a day of exploration. So we popped in the car and headed south. We ended up visiting (and spending most of the day) at Bournda NP (across the lake from where we were originally going to camp). What a beautiful place. Driving in will take you past Wallagoot Lake:
Which is beautiful in itself, but the road leads to a beautiful picnic area that has a walking track down to Turingal Head and Wallagoot Gap. The walking track itself was spectacular. The trees that surrounded you gave the area a surreal Sleepy Hollow feel. Take a look:
As if the path wasn't beautiful enough, it led to this:
Wallagoot Gap.
Holy fuckballs, I am in love with the Sapphire Coast. We sat at the Gap for a little while, then followed the path to the head.
I think the photos speak for themselves. After lunch at the original picnic area, we continued south to this strange development at Dolphin Cove. In the middle of nowhere, down an unsuspicious street, was this little nugget of new, large houses. Just about all of them looked funky. It was very cool. It was built around a golf course, and surrounded a beach. A strange place. I'd actually quite like to spend a couple of years of my life there. But onto greater things. Driving home, Leanne and I passed a sign for "Tathra Oysters" and couldn't help but stop in. We also bought some wine and headed down to the "Historic Wharf" to enjoy them. This led us to a fenced off (for vehicles at least) collapsed road. It was cool. You could see old tarmac and gutters down on the rocks below, while little segments of road still existed up where we were walking. We settled on a rocky outcrop, poured the wine, and slurped the oysters. The ocean surrounded us, and spread out forever. It was all very lovely. After the oysters, we stopped at the general store to buy some bait as we were planning on fishing - something I've never done (beyond a reel), and something Leanne was excited to show me. Unfortunately, however, the waves were too strong and started too far out to enable our bait to stay far enough out in the water, so we weren't able to catch anything. More unfortunately actually is that we didn't get the opportunity to fish again. Well, I guess we will just have to make another trip sometime soon. After cheese & fruit, another fire and more animal interaction, we went to bed, satisfied with the day's events.
Day 4. Today was to be our last day at Gillards Beach. Sad times. Because we hadn't walked north up the beach yet, that was the thing to do today. It was so wonderful, and I was so excited by it all that during the walk I ran to the water excited as a schoolboy.
I wouldn't let the fact that this was to be our last day get me down. It didn't take too long to reach the pointy rock at the head that could be seen from the beach in front of our campsite, so we kept walking past it. Moving around the head opened up another secluded beach. This meant another opportunity for skinny-dipping! Weee! (no photos to show you...) After a fun little frolic, we kept heading north to the rocks we could see jutting out of the sand up ahead. Leanne did a fine impersonation of them, if I might say so myself:
And I looked mighty sexy posing against them, too:
Hell yeah. The rocks were a very soft siltstone (it could be engraved with your nail), and many other people had engraved little messages, so I took it upon myself to add a little one of my own:
Walking back to camp, some surfers appeared (lucky we had our clothes back on), which gave me an opportunity to show off my sun-safe headgear:
Sexy, no? Once back at camp, we made some lunch, and a wallaby came by to say hello:
Cute little fella. He/she came SO close! I could hold the camera right up to it, and it would sniff it. So cute! After all of this, Leanne and I both came to the same conclusion; we needed a spliff. So I rolled two super thin joints. We smoked one at the campsite, and then went down to the beach for a second one. We had chips:
saw a crazy bug:
talked shit:
and went swimming for 45 minutes. Swimming was the most amazing experience. We made our own martial arts (Tai Sea) and were amazed at the worlds-within-worlds aspect of all the waves. It was incredible. I fell in love with the sea all over again. Tiring ourselves out, we took a much-needed nap, before cooking dinner; it was pasta tonight. Simple and relatively tasty. But all things move toward their end, on that you can be sure.
Day 5. We woke a little later than planned, but still caught what could be called a sunrise. And after waving goodbye to our most wonderful campsite, we headed home. We stopped at Narooma for some breakfast and some coffee. I like it strong, and I asked for a mug of strong black. He asked how many shots, me thinking a mug was going to be large, asked for 4. It wasn't large, so the coffee was stronger tasting than I expected. A lesson was learnt here: 4 shots of coffee is a LOT of caffeine. ***VIDEO COMING SOON - for some reason, YouTube won't encode the video, so I will have to encode it myself and then upload it again***
On the way home we stopped off at Jamberoo to say hello to Jill. And that's about it. That was my trip down south. Thank you for reading.
I might add that we were both keen to stay down there (and are both keen to go back down), but we had to come back for Claudia's engagement party, and Mickey's "I've sold my house" party, both on that Saturday night.
Listening to: Fez Dispenser - 2: This is Trip-Bop (album from CD Baby) along with just about every other CD I bought from CD Baby - it took me that long to type this mofo up...
An unoriginal title, I know, but it seemed so fitting for the subject matter. The weekend was nice. Leanne and I met up with Mum for dinner on Friday night - and due to our tight budget, that was all we COULD do on Friday night - but it was nice to see her, and she bought me a cute little japanese tea set. Aww. Saturday was awesome. Leanne and I decided to go to the beach - despite it being overcast. We headed up to Mona Vale beach, and bought fish n chips on the way. Fucken bargain I might add, and tasty too! There were 2 pieces of fish, 3 calamari rings, 3 prawns, 2 oysters, seafood salad, coleslaw, greek salad and chips for $20! And it was tasty as! Yay! And it was ever so lovely eating them on the beach, huddling under towels for protection from the wind and rain. Unfortunately though, we left the lights on on the car, so we had to call the NRMA. They said they'd be up to 2 hours, but they arrived in 20 minutes! Yay! We met up with Mum again in that brief time it took them (she was just on her way up to the Hunter). So Leanne and I headed back south and home to West Ryde to get ready for Tristan's party. It was a good party! I hadn't seen Boggle since Jon left (which feels weird), so it was good to see him. Sounds like Uni is good too, so that was nice to hear. We played Guitar Hero 2. Awesome fun. I'm hoping to see them all again soon. Man. I can't believe I actually have to say that. Am considering a Dropkick Murphys ticket this week, but due to my budget, I'm not so sure I can afford it. We'll see. This week I'm getting into work early so that I can leave early; it's so much better. I get a seat on the way in AND back! Yay! So many celebrations! But that is all. See y'all 'round!
Listening to: Lamb - Between Darkness and Wonder (a most beautiful album, but I've come to expect that from Lamb) -- This message was sent from my mobile.
