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Part 3 - The Charismatic Adventures Of Henry The Hiace

Part 3 - The Charismatic Adventures Of Henry The Hiace
Sebastian floating on Sully the shark - Angourie

Part 3 - The Charismatic Adventures Of Henry The Hiace

Part 3 - The Charismatic Adventures Of Henry The Hiace
Sebastian - Koala Hospital

Part 3 - The Charismatic Adventures Of Henry The Hiace
Koala Hospital

Part 3 - The Charismatic Adventures Of Henry The Hiace
Sebastian fishing - Flynns Beach

Part 3 - The Charismatic Adventures Of Henry The Hiace

Part 3 - The Charismatic Adventures Of Henry The Hiace
Sunrise - South West Rocks

It’s now been a few weeks since Sebastian and Georgie decided to leave the urban lifestyle of Melbourne behind them and explore the rest of Australia. Traveling up the East coast of Australia, in their camper-van Dr Henry Jones Jr, Georgie seems to still be the more superior cook, they’ve spotted lots of wildlife in all shapes and sizes, and have been told a ghostly story that sent chills down their spines.

We still get excited when we receive their emails full of tales and photos from their travels. However this time we’ve been warned and you should probably know too, that Sebastian has recently watched Stephen Hawking’s, 1991 documentary, A brief History of Time, which may have philosophical influence in his writings this week.

Part 3 - The Charismatic Adventures Of Henry The Hiace

As Henry is parked in the setting sun of the Glen Villa Resort in Byron Bay, I’m sitting in the passenger seat listening to song titled “Awake” by an artist called Tycho, Georgie cooking dinner to my left and a man in a red chair reading a book to my right. It is at this point I’m trying to recollect our last week of endeavors.

As I recall them I am kicked with a strong understanding of how quickly events, enjoyable or not, become single sheets of brain matter in the paper tray of your brain.

My Dad owns a box the size of a large esky, which is filled to the top with slides from his past adventures, taken at a time when photography cost money and iPhones were not around. At one stage they were categorized by location, however through the logistics to get it to where it is now, they are somewhat a lucky dip. Each slide however is a memory, a story, an experience and a physical proof that you have evidence of doing something, some kind of exploration and curiosity that’s used to justify your existence. Instilling in me from this point forward, the importance of living in the now.

Ok so with that off my chest, it’s onto week three. This week consisted of leaving the city lights of Sydney and heading towards the very popular Byron bay. Our first sleepover was at a patch of random state forest, in which driving through in the dark made me want to buy electronic locks for my van, four fully grown German shepherds and a helicopter to lift the van and transport it to the camp ground. It was kind of a scary place. We stayed the night here listening to some severe rustling in the woods and left in the late morning, uninjured, towards Port Nelson.

Port Nelson was quite the surprise, and after we had collected all of our groceries we managed to find a really friendly caravan site and got ready for the night. As I was talking to Georgie there was a flash, Georgie didn’t seem to respond so we continued talking as normal, then flash again, I turned around to face the main road and its surrounding tree life and then flash, flash, FLASH! It was a silent lightning storm. You’ll have never seen anything like it before, well actually it’s not that different to a regular lightning storm, expect this had no thunder or noise. The isolated patches of clouds would light up with the lightning bolts going in whatever direction they felt like - highly “en-lightening” experience.

In the morning we headed for “The Summit” which was an hour hike that rewarded you with a view of the whole town from the top. We Hiked up for about 45mins then had an aerial view of Zennith beach below, and to my delight what was seen was about 15 or so dolphins having a swim near the sand. We decided to run down and see if we could make some new “dol-friends” before the sun went down, and claim that much awaited flipper high five, so we sprinted down but only managed to see a few fins as they progressed further around the unobtainable rocks, but it was nice of them to say a short h-ee-Ee-EEEE-llo to us.

Leaving Port Nelson, we headed to Flynns beach in Port Macquarie. Visiting the Koala Hospital and Study Centre that sat adjacent to the undocumented haunted house of Mr Flynn and his family (Mr Flynn was the main surveyor of Port Macquarie).

One of the stories the volunteer guide told us was that she went out into the car park one day to tell some campers that they were not allowed to camp there, they responded with “ a lady in a white dress holding a lantern told us it was ok”... that... lady... did... not... exist... in... the... living... world - creepy!

As well as that as I felt like my presence was being watch and convinced myself that a lone kookaburra who greeted me at the entrance of the house, as well as to the entrance of the toilet (he stared at me for one minute as I stood one meter away from him, jumped around with his back towards me, sat there for 30 seconds, then flew off) was watching my every move. They should be called Spookaburras!

After making my gold coin donation to the Koala hospital we headed north towards South West Rocks, camping at Hat Head National Park in which after donating a good three liters of blood to the mosquitoes while setting up camp, I tried a little fishing on the secluded beach that went on for a few kilometers. As you drive up the east coast of Australia, you come across a fare few amount of beaches and start to become very critical of the layout, sand colour and texture, horizon views and water colour of the beach, this one was awesome! It was however the only time I have ever really respected an ocean and the forces it can offer. As I stood on the sand, feet dry, I would throw my line into the water, then within a wave I would be submerged up to my knees with ocean. Water came from all sides and it was somewhat of a surreal feeling that made me feel like I was actually standing in the middle of the ocean. I didn’t stay long as it got dark, but was fortunate enough to be given two fish by a local….as he thought I was somebody else, but after some negotiation I took them anyway and was wrapped!

NOW! We come to the most exciting part of our week, onto the Angourie blue pool, located nine minutes away from Yamba.  On our way there, stopping for a quick bite at the big banana in Coffs Harbour, we got into Yamba quite late and slept to recharge our bodies. In the morning we left for the Blue pool.

The blue pool was once a quarry that got unexpectedly flooded by the ocean and consequently shut down, leaving a rock face and jumping ledge into the flooded waters below. With some convincing Georgie and I did it. This gave birth to the much abused phrase of today, YOLO (you only live once). Georgie is writing a journal and I told her that in 20 years from now she will be reading what she wrote back to herself, and all this will become stories of the past, what did she want to tell herself and say she had done?

Don’t forget that it’s only through experience you learn how to live.
After drying ourselves off and praising each other, a local says…”You know there’s an even bigger one around the corner don’t you? What!? We replied “oh yeah, this is Green Pool, Blue Pool is more than double this, we’ll take you”

We walked with a sense of hesitation and viewed the new rock face that was absolutely HUGE!!!!! With the embed YOLO phrase in my head, I thought it was a good idea, did the climb up, took in the view of the whole sea and town of Yamba, closed my eyes and jumped. Will be a story and place to share with a lot of people. Go visit!

This all leads us back to where I am now, Byron Bay. In which I shall meet up with my old boss man friend who is in town for the week, and book in for a kayak tour with dolphins! The quest for the high flipper five continues ya’ll… should be good fun!

Much love everyone!
Sebastian and Georgie.
Posted by Gondwana on 18th March, 2015
Categories: Outdoor Addicts, Life's better in our great outdoors
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