Van Morrison: Ordinary Life

We're at day 6 and have had lots of fun with old Morrie already.


First NRMA call-out (on day 2, some kind of record much?).
Right after leaving Mitch and Jody on the outskirts of Canberra we avoided ANY reversing of the van, so went went round the petrol station 3 times before getting the angle right to pull up at the pump. First fuel entry, no problem.


Then, about 100 metres out of the petrol station, and through a round about - Van Morrison's vintage power plug into the car short fuses the electrics in the Hilux. And we're now on the side of the Federal Highway for our first call to NRMA.


It's right about now that I am pretty sure that if there ever were people, like actually alive people, performing everyday miracles - it's the roadside assistance people. These people are surely lowering stress everywhere they go with their absurd knowledge about all things car and mechanical! Amazeballs.

So we get back on the road and book Morrie in for a little van doctor appointment the next day at Batemans Bay. Trent from Batey Bay, another mechanical superstar fixed Morrie's wiring and we set off to Narooma.

Narooma is where we got to test out Morrie's waterproofing.
Cause it rained and rained like no mans business for the whole day and night. Can't complain though, the sound of the rain on Morrie's tin roof was actually quite lovely.
But continuouse running water meant I had to schlep out through the rain half a dozen times in the night to the amenities...

Cut to 6am and this is the first time i've seen husband man awake in the 6's.
He dragged me out of bed to hike down some super steep and sharp rock headland to do a spot of fishing off the rocks. Yawn.


And while I spent a whole lot of time not loving the whole sit-in-the-rain-and-watch-a-man-throw-string-into-the-sea thing - I was totally thrilled by the pod of dolphins that swam by and the seal that was diving to get some fish of his own.
This is the first intallment in a series of husband man being outsmarted by the fishies. And no fish for dinner.

As we were about to leave Narooma, our neighbour in a tent mentioned a place called Tilba for a brief stop in. I totally recommend this increadibly cute little village - it's set in a steep valley, with rolling green hills and mountain mists and all the wooden houses are painted different colours.
If you have the means, I highly recommend a brief stop in for some country crafts and cheese tasting.

Eden.

It's the next stop and it's as good as it sounds. Spent a night, in a park wedged between a river inlet and a seriously spectacular bay/ beach. It stretched for miles with yellowy rough sand.

Drove out the Ben Boyd National Park and checked out the Pinnacles red/ white clay cliffs - straight to the beach.

Up again in the 6's and we had our 2nd encounter of husband man being outsmarted by fishies in the morning. The waves were so clear you could see the fish swimming in there.

This time it wasn't raining, so my interest in the fishing scenario lasted longer than at Narooma - but when a pod of dolphins was approaching we abandoned the rod and went for a swim with them all.

Am now certain that the best way to start the day is being the only people at the beach, swimming with dolphins. Going to be hard to beat!