First surf was incredible again – we had a gorgeous breakfast with Paul, Monika and Cydney before we set off south to meet Mum and Jon.
Driving to Maroochydore and stopping at various campsites along the way, we couldn’t find anywhere with any spaces left ... until we reached Dicky Beach that is, where we found a couple of unpowered pitches almost on a surf beach... perfect. I can’t quite believe how many Aussies go camping for Christmas – all their tents and awnings are covered in Christmas decs and each pitch has a tree somewhere within it. Still can’t get used to a hot Christmas.
Ant and Jon disappeared to get some beer and rum and Ant returned beaming as he had found a surf shop selling second hand, high performance boards just up the road. Needless to say he disappeared back to the shop and returned with a board, new fins, some surf wax, a carry case and a huge grin!
Since it was Mum and Jon’s last night with their van, we had a wonderful barbie to use up pretty much everything in their fridge. You simply cannot beat Australian prawns.
“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” –Mark Jenkins