Our most southerly point in Australia
Trip Start
Jun 29, 2010
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457
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Trip End
Apr 07, 2012
Where I stayed
Nungery Rest Area
Sleeping in a crazy mix of locations had started to help Chris who could now just about sleep through anything.
The last two nights we had slept at "roadside locations" and he had no problems whatsoever. Annabelle had never struggled.
We both woke up about the same time and started kicking the sheets off as the sun started to blaze though the window and turned the van into an tiny oven.
We got up and agreed having so much space around us, that it would be a good idea to do some packing, as the following day we would be handing the (naff) van back at the Sydney depot and we wanted to make the whole process as easy for ourselves as possible.
By midday we had cleaned, packed and organised the contents of the van and everything we owned into a depressingly large number of bags, why did we have so much?
During the process we were only troubled momentarily by a huge swarm of randy flying ants who decided that the yellow inside lining of our sleeping bags and Chris t-shirt were the best places for their summer loving...
We headed into Kiama, a very liveable coastal town whose name appropriately meant “sound of the sea”. We had a few jobs to do here; Chris had his hair cut, we refilled the gas bottle and used the library facilities to update some of the blogs ahead of our time in Sydney.
We may have also partaken in the eating of one of the largest chip platters that either of us has even seen (probably a family size) whilst sat looking over the harbour.
Kiama was to be the furthest south that we would travel in Australia, on this visit anyway.
Distance Travelled: 19 Km's
The last two nights we had slept at "roadside locations" and he had no problems whatsoever. Annabelle had never struggled.
We both woke up about the same time and started kicking the sheets off as the sun started to blaze though the window and turned the van into an tiny oven.
We got up and agreed having so much space around us, that it would be a good idea to do some packing, as the following day we would be handing the (naff) van back at the Sydney depot and we wanted to make the whole process as easy for ourselves as possible.
By midday we had cleaned, packed and organised the contents of the van and everything we owned into a depressingly large number of bags, why did we have so much?
During the process we were only troubled momentarily by a huge swarm of randy flying ants who decided that the yellow inside lining of our sleeping bags and Chris t-shirt were the best places for their summer loving...
We headed into Kiama, a very liveable coastal town whose name appropriately meant “sound of the sea”. We had a few jobs to do here; Chris had his hair cut, we refilled the gas bottle and used the library facilities to update some of the blogs ahead of our time in Sydney.
We may have also partaken in the eating of one of the largest chip platters that either of us has even seen (probably a family size) whilst sat looking over the harbour.
Kiama was to be the furthest south that we would travel in Australia, on this visit anyway.
Distance Travelled: 19 Km's

