Trip Start Jan 03, 2012
163Trip End May 02, 2013
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The land levelled out and we entered Kiama in search of The Blow Hole. Under the watchful white lighthouse, water pounded its way through a slot in the rocks, shooting the spray high in the sky, only to splash back down, helping to fuel another blast.
The tranquility of Jervis Bay was the location of our first kangaroo sighting. They looked quite domestic hanging around the campground. We cooked dinner overlooking the white sand and blue sea as the setting sun painted the sky orange fading through blue and on to black
Sylvia took a turn behind the wheel to start the next day. We drove further south and while descending toward Pebbly Beach in Murramarang National Park a thick morning fog briefly obscured the road ahead. It was all clear blue skies from there as we breakfasted on a beach-side bench with a troop of kangaroos roaming nearby. They sent out a scout to investigate us but his distinctive hop gave him away.
After downing a kilo of yogurt with muesli and kiwis we took a two hour coastal walk from Pebbly Beach to Depot Beach. Between the two pristine stretches of sand lay a rocky shoreline of captivating formations sculpted by water. As he felt his illness slithering away in the warm sea air, Jason steadily removed layers and finished the stroll in shorts and a t-shirt.
Returning to our breakfast bench we crafted tuna, avocado, sun-dried tomato and spinach sandwiches for lunch while drenching our other senses with the sight and sound of the sea. One last look at the 'roos and we were on our way again. Walking up to the car park several crimson rosellas fluttered through the trees, the cherries on top that made our AUD$7 day use fee worth every penny
We were very thankful that the i30 came equipped with a USB port for the iPod so we could listen to music on the go, something that was seriously lacking in New Zealand. The playlist pelted out solid tunes at every turn and it appeared that we might actually get through all 1,511 tracks in the first six months. On that day the letter O grabbed the mic. The standouts were 'Oh! Sweet Nuthin'' by The Velvet Underground and 'Olv 26' by Stereolab.
The coastal scenery on the Princes Highway was stunning in sections, with the sea on our left and inland lakes or inlets to our right. Even the distant mountains made an appearance as we cruised further south. Father Time prevented us from taking all the tourist routes to see all of what Mother Nature had to offer. A quick stop at the Bega Cheese Heritage / Visitor Information Centre brought a block of matured Kameruka cheddar and a few more maps on board with us. Another kanga-roadkill blurred behind as we drove on to Merimbula.
At the guesthouse of choice Jason, at age 39, became a Youth Hostels Association (YHA) member to take advantage of discounted rates. Our home for the night was only 150 metres from the beach so we went there first. It was a short but enjoyable walk despite a lackluster sunset. We made mixed seafood marinara pasta for dinner and soaked up much-needed and well-deserved showers.