Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Road Trip: Grand Pacific Drive and the Southern Highlands

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It's been a while since I've written. I am back in Los Angeles now. In our last month and half in Australia, we travelled around A LOT. So much so that I didn't have time to write about it as it was happening. Then it was time to pack up and leave, come back, quite a few trips once we got back . . . Yada, yada, yada. But now it's time to go back and catch up. I'm backing up now to the next trip Greg and I took after the Whitsundays.

I have always travelled the American Way – We plan. We plan where we're going, we plan where we're staying, we probably even have a few ideas about where we'll be eating. Plan, plan, plan. Leave as little to chance as possible.

I've been lucky enough to travel a good deal, but I never did the whole backpacking thing. I'd never even really taken a road trip . . . at least not in the 'let's see where the road takes us' sense. Neither had Greg. The Aussies make it look so easy though. There are so many backpackers in Oz, so many hostels and cheap places to stay. There are helpful tourist info sites everywhere. When we were in Airlie, we didn't bother looking for a place to stay for our last night until that same afternoon. We went into a tourist info office and they booked the room with the large balcony and the beautiful view and reasonable price tag for us. They do make it quite easy.

It seemed like the right time to try a new style of traveling. We decided to rent a car roll with the weather. Literally. We were torn between going north to Port Stephens or south towards Jervis Bay. The weather report the morning we left forecasted marginally better weather heading south, so south we went. We loaded everything up in the car and hit the road. Actually, I was the oddest configuration possible. We knew we'd be passing some beaches, so I wanted to bring the surfboard. The only way to make it work was to put the front passenger seat down, with me riding the whole way in the back seat behind Greg. It was weird, but it worked, and so we set off, heading south on the Princes Highway along the Grand Pacific Drive.

Day 1

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The weather really did dictate our travels the whole way, and it kept us guessing the entire time. Our first day it was oppressively hot and humid. The air was heavy with the rain that was certainly soon to come. In the car we had the miracle of air conditioning to keep us cool, but as far as stops for activities along the way, beaches were the option.

Coalcliff Beach was our first stop. It was the first beach we hit after making it a couple hours out of the city and winding our way down the hills and mountains around the Royal National Park. It's a tiny little beach, but completely lovely. There is a pool and a small sandy patch, but the most inviting aspect were the gorgeous rocks. They were mostly flat, like a platform leading to the ocean, but water filled the crags and gaps creating large tide pools that simply demanded that we wade in them.

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Our next stop was to grab a late lunch around Austinmer Beach. The heat was oppressive that day, so after lunch we hit the water to escape the heat. There were some good sized waves, and I felt like I was actually making some progress on the board. Sadly, this proved to be the only beach day of the trip.

After covering some length of road, it was time to find a place to stop for the night. I had the number for a YHA in Wollongong, and since we didn't want to press our luck with the time, we called them and snagged a room. We wanted to shower and rest a bit before heading out to dinner – ok, really we wanted to watch the finale of Australian Idol. By nine p.m. on a Sunday night, almost everything in the smaller cities and towns is closed down. Wollongong is a sizable city, but most things were closed nonetheless. We ended up grabbing dinner at one of the only Thai places still open nearby, Thai Basil Cafe, and got enough food for dinner and the next morning's breakfast. Turns out green thai curry and rice makes a surprisingly tasty brekky.

Day 2

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A cloudy morning in Wollongong

On Monday the rain hit, which made it a good day to cover some distance driving. After Eungella, we knew we could handle some mountains on a rainy day and maybe even still do some hiking during the breaks, so we headed for the Kangaroo Valley . . . or we eventually did after taking a few wrong turns. Generally speaking, it's pretty easy to get from one place to another, but the Aussies could stand to get some better street signs. Also, Google Maps and Australian street signs are not friends. They contradict each other constantly and don't always agree on what the roads are called.

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What? It's funny!

The reward for these little headaches is that within a very little time and distance traveled you'll see a huge variety of landscapes. We started the day on the coast, drove over wide expanses of farmlands, and then started climbing the hills into woods and rainforests.

By the time we reached the highlands, we were hungry and found adorable Cafe Pirouette, in the tiny town of Robertson, at which to gain sustenance.




The mountains around the Kangaroo Valley were some of the most beautiful areas we went through. I think we were both a little sad we couldn't see more because of the rain. We made a quick stop at the Fitzroy Falls Reservoir. Seeing the falls was impossible because of the thick fog, but it was beautiful. But in some ways, the heavy mist even added to the scenery by giving it a fairy tale aura.

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After we wound our way out of the hills and down into the actual Kangaroo Valley, we hit the Bundeena National Park for a little bit of bushwalking. The name Kangaroo Valley might be a misnomer – we didn't see one kangaroo while we were there. However, we did see some very adorable wombats!



By evening we'd made our way to Huskisson in Jervis Bay. Lonely Planet directed us to a 'good-time pub' called the Husky pub. It claimed there were great views, rowdy on the weekends, but chill during the week --- and very affordable. Neither of us had ever staid at a pub before and we figured it would be an adventure. It was.

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Upon our arrival, the bar/inn keeper kindly warned us not to expect much – rooms were clean, but very, very no frills. That was pretty accurate. The inn section was separate from the pub area, and made up of a few rooms and a couple of common areas, including some shared bathrooms. While it have fantastic views of the bay, as LP had indicated, I have to say the weeknight clientele was 'interesting.' Really, there were only a couple of other guys staying the night while we were there. They were the type of guys happy to have a smoke and a drink on the balcony . . . in their underwear. But to give them credit, they were also courteous enough to make sure with Greg that I wouldn't be coming around to the balcony and find them indecent. It was also the type of place that I kept expecting to be haunted. It definitely made for an interesting stay.



Day 3

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Jervis Bay is supposed to be a hotspot for dolphin and whale sightings. Very little luck for us in this respect. It was sooo cloudy and rainy that the best we got was an occasional dolphin fin popping in and out of the water on the horizon. Since waiting for the weather to clear was likely to be a fruitless endeavor, we headed out of Huskisson shortly after breakfast.

The weather on the last day of trip did get progressively better and we packed it in with a wide variety of activities into our day. It took us a while to find our first stop, the Shoalhaven Heads, but we found some really cool birds in the process.



We did finally find the Shoalhaven Heads, and we wandered around the lovely sandbars and lagoons – we had company from the flies that hover around the shores the whole while though. They're funny little buggers. They don't bite, but they like to hitch a ride whenever possible. You won't notice them around you, until you shake and suddenly half a dozen fly off of you. Frankly, they're kind of lazy.

Supposedly, the heads are a nesting ground for many birds as well. We didn't see a lot of them, but we certainly heard them. Some of them had calls that sounded like something you'd hear in a video game – a long low whistle, followed by a couple of laser-like pings. I wish I'd been able to record the sound – so crazy.

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After all the tramping around the lagoons, it was clearly time to head off to a couple of wineries. It was still before lunch, but well . . . you know. . . we were in the area. There is a small burgeoning wine region between the Kangaroo Valley and the Shoalhaven coastal region. We stopped at two that day, Coolangatta Estate – possibly the biggest winery in the area – and Two Figs Winery – a one man operation. In a lot of ways, I found these tastings more interesting than a lot of what we tried in the Hunter Valley – it wasn't necessarily all great, but there were some nice, new flavors. We took home a couple of bottles from each, but for the life of me, I can't find my notes on what we chose.

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Coolangata

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Two Figs

It became necessary to get some food after all of that wine. We stopped in the tiny, ridiculously quaint town of Berry. Cute really isn't a sufficient enough descriptor . . . and as you might expect, they have Berry everything. You can find berry festivals during the course of the year and a Very Berry Christmas weekend every December.

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We had to settle for just one lunch in this little town, and we chose a place called Hedgehogs for it's pleasant little patio area and it was lovely.

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After another couple of hours in the car we arrived in Kiama, which turned out to be our favorite stop on our trip. Our travel guides really didn't do this place justice. By the time we reached this little resort town, the sun was shinning and it had turned into a beautiful day -- which probably went a long way to put it in it's best light for us.

Kiama boasts not one, but two blowholes. They are aptly name the Kiama Blowhole and the Little Blowhole. (I found the Aussies to be very direct in their naming practices. If they didn't keep the Aboriginal name or name a thing after something British, they just call it as it is.) The big blowhole is on every map of the Grand Pacific Drive. We just happened upon the Little Blowhole, which isn't as publicized, but the view is extremely pretty and worth the search to find it.



Big Blowhole certainly produces an impressive water spout. . . and it's surrounded by lots of rocks. . . and we know how much Greg and I like to scamper along rocks.

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After Kiama,we booked it most of the way back to Sydney, and only had time for one more stop. We hit the Royal National Park near twilight – there was just enough light to glimpse a waterfall, take a short stroll, and watch the sunset over the Hacking River. It wasn't enough time to enjoy the beautiful park, but it made a beautiful end to our road trip and we promised ourselves we'd go back . . . a decision that in some ways, would come back to haunt us.

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