Sometimes it seems a shame to sit indoors at the
computer when the sun is shining outside and the birds are singing or chiming,
but then sometimes it is good just to have a rest day. Chris would surely roll
his eyes if I were to suggest today has been restful because he has spent the
greater part of the afternoon washing and polishing both the landcruiser and
the caravan, the former in preparation for its service tomorrow. And I have done little but cook up a
pot of bolognaise sauce for freezing and open and shut the caravan windows when
instructed to do so.
We did catch up with Larissa last night and it was
so wonderful to hear all about her trip especially the wonders she crammed into
their four days in New York. I am sure we would need a month at least; however
the Kiwi dollar does not go very far in such a grand international metropolis.
And after all this, it was quite strange to watch the live stream on television
today from the Atlantic coast and see a very different picture as the high
winds and storm surges wreak havoc to the city.
And we did go for a walk this morning taking us away
from the park for a couple of hours, however truth be told, some of that was
spent chatting with people we met up with along the way. We set off along the
boardwalk beside Lake Curalo, then along the spit that holds it all from
spilling into the sea. Our maps have various versions of the Lake or Lagoon,
sometimes, landlocked and sometimes running into the sea at the north eastern
end, so we went to see for ourselves what the situation really was. Today it is
landlocked, but maybe if we were to visit in another month or year, we would
find the contrary.
Walking back along Asling Beach, we came upon a
class or two from the Eden Marine High School, stripping off their outer layers
on the walkway and scurrying off into the surf. Some had obviously excused
themselves from the salty activity and were instead rambling along to the far
end of the beach. Either way, we wondered what this had to do with education.
We continued on along the pathway which then heads
up the hill to the first of the lookouts and there encountered a threesome in
earnest conversation regarding whale movements, the Whale Festival that is on
here this coming weekend and the wonders of Merimbula. We added our bit and
were soon part of the general chit chat. Finally we all parted company and we
went on up to Eden’s CBD, bought ourselves a newspaper, succumbed to temptation
and purchased a lotto ticket to tonight’s Big One and called into the BiLo supermarket
for a few bits and pieces, before returning along the main road to camp.
And so our day has been less exciting than many
others but still satisfying, as is every day. Tomorrow we will head back to Bega.
I did email the camping ground there through one of those website “contact”
facilities, but have had no answer. It would seem that they do not work; the
email system, that is. We will just turn up in the morning; I am sure they can
fit us in.
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