Ye Oldie Worldie and Kangaroo Krazie

Onwards up the coast we go and the weather is getting better. A balmy 22 degrees today and whilst the locals are wearing coats, Diane and Keith are magnificent in shorts and t-shirts. No prizes for spotting the English tourists today! We head towards Beachcomber Camp, that is at a place called Potato Point, which is in a National Park and set right on the coast next to a very secluded beach. On the way, we spot a sign that suggests a historic village, so we turn off accordingly. And there is a long street that looks like someone had pressed the stop button around the turn of the 19th century. What a great place. It is called Tilba. We buy a loaf of bread made on the premises of the small bakery, some fudge made in the kitchen of a lady who originated from Hull and some lovely coconut and lime tea lights made in the village itself.

We get to the camp site down a long gravel driveway and are given a very remote spot to park, pretty much right on the beach with no other campers in sight. The owner allows us to light a camp fire and, as dusk approaches. Diane and Keith sit watching the sun sink into the sea whilst kangaroos and wallabies go about their business, pretty much ignoring us, in fact. All we hear is the crashing of the waves against the rocks and when we look upwards, we see a sky full of stars; not quite as good as when we were in Bali for Nyepi, but pretty close. This is close to Paradise.