“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 260 – 19th January, Tuesday. Tuncurry Beach.

We went to watch the surfers and body boarders on 9 mile beach in Tuncurry; a lovely long sandy beach with 10 foot barrel waves crashing so heavily in front of us that we could actually feel them through the ground where we sat. Ant bravely ventured in and managed to at least get past the incoming forces and position himself to catch one back, but after a fair whack on the head from his board, we left the locals to it and retreated to the rockpool area where I had another very bracing swim before returning to the van for lunch.
Wandered into town in the afternoon for a look about and managed to find some shorts to replace my now baggy £10 pair that have been in daily use pretty much since June last year!
One thing we still can’t get used to over here is the fact that supermarkets don’t sell alcohol, you have to go to a bottle shop, most of which are ‘drive-thru’ too. We found one and took a few beers back to Betsy and had a massive spag bol.

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