Ah, I became confused. I did take some photos this time. Short Point.
In the opposite direction.
Not too far to travel today, so it was a leisurely start.
We hugged the coast as closely as possible. This is the historic wharf at Tathra. It was repaired after storm damage but then damaged again and is again being restored. At the top of the steep hill above was a sign warning that there was not turning space for a caravan or bus. Well, we aren't that big, so down we went. Guess who had to reverse back up the hill and around curves for over three hundred metres. The side of the road dropped away steeply. It was just a matter of reversing slowly, but R covered his eyes and I received a lecture.
Along the way, to stretch our legs.
We took a lunch break at Bermagui.
Again the wind was blowing hard but still we sat outside, as it was not cold. The waiter remarked when she brought our coffee, the wind would blow the top off a cappuccino, and she was right.
There was a pleasant scenic drive. I knew there would be no negativity from my passenger as I had seen a tour bus come down the hill.
I can't remember where this was, perhaps when we walked to a vantage point at this afternoon's destination, Narooma.
Narooma is a nice place.
We again stayed in a Big 4 park and this one was quite crowded. We hadn't been in such close proximity to other guests for our travels so far. The park was fine, right on the edge of the sheltered sea and we went for a wander along the main street and stopped for an icecream. Two aboriginal youth were lounging at the doorway with their tops off and very nice they were too, one very handsome. They wandered off and we sat outside to eat our ice cream. Oh. The very handsome one is returning and what I had not noticed was how his slim hips clad in low hanging jeans with his exposed underwear swayed when he walked. He was very obviously gay and I guess the other was too. He and his friend went inside, bought an icecream each and sat down at an inside table. Eventually he twigged that I was taking a bit too much notice of him and he gave me a half smile. A cat can admire a queen.
We had taken some bird seed with us, as you saw earlier, but lorikeets don't eat seed. They eat nectar. A neighbour in a van had made up some type of mixture to feed them and they loved it. He gave R some mixture and R was absolutely covered in lorikeets as he fed them the mixture, and ended up with scratches on his arms.
We had a great dinner at a local sporting club, just a short walk away. It was oyster special month, $1 each. I restrained myself and only ordered six and they were better than the last oysters I had eaten in Melbourne, which cost $14 for six. There was even music outside, which was quite good. The most attractive member of the band, a real hipster type, joined them after dark.
NSW clubs are just brilliant and very community focused. The Narooma Club even has Tia Chi classes. They have pokie machines which subsidise community events at the club. We were promised similar when pokie machines were allowed into Victoria, but it never happened.