“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

Tuesday, 19 January 2010

Day 256 – 15th January, Friday. Old Bar, NSW.

Used MacDonalds free Wifi to check email on the way to Old Bar and managed to buy tickets for a music festival in Sydney next weekend where we will meet up with Liam and Carly (whom we met at the Bennicassim festival in Spain), should be a really good day.
Old Bar is a quirky little beachside town with a surf club, a few shops and cafes and a campsite run by a lovely Brummy guy. We took a pitch alongside the towns Historic Aerodrome which was used in the 1930’s to ferry people to Sydney or Brisbane from Coff’s Harbour and Old Bar. Apparently it was also used by famous aviators such as Charles Kingsford Smith and Nancy Bird Watson on their early pioneering flights.
I took a walk along the beach and returned through the parkland between the campsite and the airfield, where I saw my first electric blue fairy-wren.

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