On Monday morning we said a fond farewell to David and Liz and left Sydney via the harbour bridge, heading north on the Pacific Highway. We’re going to spend the next three weeks on, or just off this road so we’d better get used to it.
We had a break at The Entrance, a pretty little seaside town that has a resident flock of pelicans which congregate every day for a free feed. Karma put us there just at the right time.
In the morning we walked round the beautiful botanical gardens
We meandered away from the main highway and zigzagged over the big Clarence River on two ferries and a very dodgy looking bridge.
We had Wednesday night in Byron Bay. We walked up to the very famous and very well kept lighthouse,
On Thursday morning we were back in the sea again, but out fairly rapidly when the bloke next to us got stung by a little blue jellyfish.
Off we went on Highway 1 to Brisbane. We stopped in the city for a walk along the river boardwalk.
Through Brisbane and heading north again we stopped at Noosa Heads for the night, did a wash load in the laundrette, had a lovely evening stroll through the little national park on the Noosa headland
We are barely scratching the surface of Oz. We’re doing the equivalent of the length of the UK every three days and stopping six times. We make no apologies; It was always going to be a compromise, but when we go home we will at least know what goes where and what the thin green strip down the right hand side, the red bit in the middle and the top edge feel like.