OZ and Tassie travel blog


5 December

Woken early by the birds, usual story, but it wasn’t the galahs this morning, it was the bellbirds, with their ringing bell-like call; very loud! All through breakfast and striking cmap we had bird visitors; Red-browed finches, rainbow lorikeets, bell birds, king parrot, little wattlebird, and finally just as we were about to leave a Wallaby appeared. Ruth held out the bad containing birdseed we were given last night and the wallaby came to her and ate out of the bag. Not something we would normally do, but this particular wallaby did seem habituated and very endearing!

We liked the campsite a lot though the facilities were a little lacking, the location and birdlife made up for this. Anyway, back on the road to rejoin the Princes Highway and head north again. We drove to Eden, the southern-most town in NSW, a lovely little town, many historical markers, all on modern buildings, not much of the original settlement left. Stocked up with food from various local shops, really nice to shop at these places as the people as so friendly and all want to hear about our trip. We were getting a bit down as the weather was just grey, but speaking to the local shopkeepers lifted us a bit as everyone was jealous of what we had done and were about to do. Bought some fresh fish from the local fisherman’s co-op too.

Listening to the radio we heard this song and it really cheered us up:

AUSTRALIAN JINGLE BELLS

Dashing through the bush,

in a rusty Holden Ute,

Kicking up the dust,

esky in the boot,

Kelpie by my side,

singing Christmas songs,

It's Summer time and I am in

my singlet, shorts and thongs

Oh! Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way,

Christmas in Australia on a scorching summers day, Hey!

Jingle bells, jingle bells, Christmas time is beaut !,

Oh what fun it is to ride in a rusty Holden Ute.

Engine's getting hot;

we dodge the kangaroos,

The swaggie climbs aboard,

he is welcome too.

All the family's there,

sitting by the pool,

Christmas Day the Aussie way,

by the barbecue.

Oh! Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way,

Christmas in Australia on a scorching summers day, Hey!

Jingle bells, jingle bells, Christmas time is beaut!,

Oh what fun it is to ride in a rusty Holden Ute.

Come the afternoon,

Grandpa has a doze,

The kids and Uncle Bruce,

are swimming in their clothes.

The time comes 'round to go,

we take the family snap,

Pack the car and all shoot through,

before the washing up.

Oh! Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way,

Christmas in Australia on a scorching summers day, Hey!

Jingle bells, jingle bells, Christmas time is beaut!,

Oh what fun it is to ride in a rusty Holden Ute

Great to hear an Aussie take on a traditional song, plus we were driving a Holden stationwagon, not a ‘ute’, but it had a certain resonance.

So on down the Highway to Pambula Beach where we stopped for lunch. A lovely beach but the weather was still poor so took the edge off it. From Pambula we took the ‘Tourist Route’ to Merimbula, this was off the Princes Highway and much quieter, though to be fair the Highway wasn’t busy. The downside was that is was definitely up hill and down dale and very steep hills and dales at that. The poor old car struggled up the hills, well it had done 285,000 km (177,000 approx miles). Next town was Tathra, which didn’t seem to be much of a town at all. Did had a large caravan site/ holiday park and a nice beach.

By now, getting fed up with the weather, and it was about 3.30, we decided to find somewhere to camp for the night. Using our trusty Wikicamps app we set on Mimosa Rocks National Park and in particular, Aragunna Beach. Off the highway onto a very dusty gravel road we drove for a few k until we found the campsite. Set in coastal forest with clearings it seemed perfect, and the sun peered through the clouds. Ok. We set up camp and wandered off to see Mimosa Rocks, so-called, not because of their colour, but because they were names after a ship called Mimosa that came to grief on the rocks. It was quite a rugged coast here, but beautiful. No-one else at the campsite, it was quiet and we could hear the birds sing and the waves on the beach.

There was an info board telling of the flora and fauna and geology and the significance to the local, original inhabitants. I walked along the coastal trail to Aragunna Beach, no-one else there but a young family playing in the surf. A few wallabys along the trail, watching my progress before carrying on with their munching of the grass. Will have to take Ruth down there tomorrow on our way out. Back to the campsite where we cooked our fish on the barbie, washed down with the last of our Mrs Wiggins rose wine. Delicious. Seemed much warmer now as the wind is coming from the north. Brushing teeth in the dark and a possum walked by, too quick for me to get a photo. Bed.

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