Drove most of the day, stopping at a saddlery, (I’m looking for a stock whip now that Jozie has taught me how to crack one successfully) and an antique shop where Ant almost bought an old handmade tin chopper motorbike (to go with the tin campervan and the tin station-wagon with trailer that we already have to fit in our holdalls on the way home. Argh – and they say women are the proper shoppers!). We then reached the old gold mining town of Mogo with its hippie guru shops, old bookstore and fantastic fudge, where Ant bought a fabric bag and I resisted the urge to buy yet more books.
Passed through endless Gum tree forests before we reached Narooma on the coast and took a swim in the infinity pool which was still 27 degrees! Lovely. Then the heavens opened and we were pretty much confined to the van for the evening listening to the waves thundering onto the beach.
“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