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... long) strolling around trying to get into unsuspecting campers tents. A friendly lady camp, with only a few teeth, laughs at our shock and says that a snake ran under their table last night when they were playing cards. Whooppee, welcome to paradise.
Adam decides to start up his latest hobby, fishing, and I leave him standing on a rocky outcrop upto his waist in water, unable to watch him any longer for ...
... week in one place, what a treat! Exhausted from our day travelling, we eagerly collapsed into our beds for the night (THE squeakiest beds to date; forget moving, you couldn't even breathe in these beds without disturbing the whole room!) Our first day in Sydney saw us marvelling at two of the worlds most iconic attractions. Eagerly hurrying down to Circular Quay, we stood in awe of the majestic architecture only before seen on film; Sydney Opera House and the ...
... who it turns out, used to be a vet at the old Surgery on Market Street, Stourbridge (he knew all about the one way ring road!). We also talked to a barrister who was a part-time diver and some Scottish lads. We stayed up til 12 drinking our way through some of the wine and talking before we made our way up to bed (one member of staff told us to be quiet so we made a move).
Got up and ready to have a look round Coffs Harbour. We enquired ...
... us a lot of England. Along the way we passed through dense forests that were alive with Cicadas, their mating calls, multiplied by billions and billions of insects at once calling in a high pitched whistling sound so loud, that you would have to close the windows of the car, or go deaf! Cicadas only mate every seven years, and then die, only hatching a new generation seven years later. On the drive to date, we have heard what must be ...
I wake up to the sound of waves on the beach, and decide to go for a stroll along it. It's nice not to have to rush this morning - I only need to get to the surf school at Arrawarra by 11, so I leave my tent and sleeping bag to air out for a bit. The beach is magnificent, and I find some super shells. I wonder if I can get any of these back to the UK intact? On my return to the campsite, I'm offered tea and fruit by the friendly campers next door, and get a few ...