Our pack up this morning was fairly efficient in a leisurely
sort of way. I tried to get a farewell group photo but Orlando was not playing
ball, 10 year olds! We chopped and changed our minds several times about
shopping for provisions, finally deciding to stop en route rather than shop in
Katoomba and return and hitch up then hit the road.
It was a fortuitous thing meeting Emily at Shunyam's in
December, otherwise we probably would not have come to the Blue Mountains, now
we know it is somewhere we want to return to for some serious bushwalking. Fortuitous also to meet another lovely family
and forge new friendships.
I had wanted to travel a particular piece of road along the
NSW coast having seen it on some TV show, I researched it some weeks ago and wouldn’t
you know we missed it, as we joined the Pacific Highway too late, but it would
have involved some backtracking and as it was we didn’t arrive at our campsite
until 21:00. We shopped and lunched in Woolongong, I notice Simon picked up
brochures to start researching alternate computer/internet for our big trek.
Success at last talking on the phone to my niece Sandy in
Canberra, we have been voice and text messaging for weeks. Plans were hastily
made to spend a few days in the capital (all Australians should be able to say
they have visited the seat of government!) The offer to stay at her place was
gratefully received but there is no street parking and our rig won’t fit in the
underground space, so we will find a free camp if possible and dine with Sandy
on Sunday night.
We started a new talking book “A Burn-out Case” by Graham
Green which will probably be concluded by the time we reach Canberra, not the
most gripping story we have listened to.
As we drove through Braidwood (nice
name) our eye caught a sign delicious food. Rain was threatening and as we were
swagging it we did a u-bolt (U turn) or a “u-nit” as our GPS calls them (must
write to Navman about that) and had dinner in the pub. It was delicious, large
portions and modestly priced. I have some chicken for lunch tomorrow. Simon ate
all of his pork ribs. Simon reckons it was the location for the filming of “TheYear My Voice Broke” his favourite film. He was right as usual!
Our dinner talk was about how many swag nights were
accompanied by a pub meal we started we three the count is up to seven, with a
note to selves review the blog. The thought struck me that most people would
not be able to recall how many nights they ate out stretching back 3 years!
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| Ulludulla... we've been everywhere man! |
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| Mmmmm pork ribs |
Sleep tight
Susan
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