The Kronikles of Tony and Ruth
Day 33 - Tueday 1 August 2006
I put some drops into the ear to let the sunshine in. Still half deaf. We drink our coffee then point south. Having left Route 1 for the coastal road we strike some interesting scenery: bush, green grass, lots of cows but we see no sea. The end of the road is Hut Head. It appears to be totally devoted to fishing. There are boats of various configurations, tackle lying around, fishing supply shops and everybody is moving slow. This is really the back of the cupboard - a very peaceful place. One can feel the rigor mortis setting in. The only way out of here is by the way we came in. Retracing our steps we reach Route 1.
Pushing on through massive roadworks, low standard carriageways, towns and overtaking lanes we arrive in Taree. Here we have lunch, being served by a very charming girl who makes me feel guilty for my no tipping policy. A strong, golden light persists through into the late afternoon, unlike the wishy-washy southern arvo sun. As the sun falls below the horizon, it’s suddenly dark and we arrive in Nelson Bay on Port Stephens. Halifax is the name of the caravan park where we crash for the night. It is named after the WW2 aircraft, the bomber Halifax.
For dinner it’s spinach and cheese ravioli, Wynvale Shiraz and “Skating with the Stars” on TV
