We broke camp this morning to head south. It was easier to get the van out of the snug site than it was to get it in.
We headed toward Kempsey and like the Big Banana, we have another must stop venue heading north and south. Fredos Pies in Frederickton off the Freeway about 10km north of Kempsey.
We’ve been loyal Fredos Pie fans for many years, and now cant pass by without stopping for a pie. For reasons unknown to anybody but themselves they love Marilyn Monroe here at Fredos
Fredos Pies used to be in a dumpy old cement sheet house next door to the current more upmarket cafe style place theyre in now. We’ve previously bought our pies and then gone next door to the cafe to get a coffee. They previously had a huge selection of pies on offer, each day producing a select range from their long list. Now they seem to only have the standard variety on a permanent menu board. Fredo’s has changed a lot
Its bloody hot today, and it was only 11am when we arrived. We’re struggling to remember a visit to Fredo’s (and there’s been many) when it was not hot, and it was at least lunchtime or later. We seem to only come here when its hot, and only for pie breakfasts. Although early, today certainly wasn’t a early morning record, we’ve been here at 9am before.
Our Fredos obligation dutifully fulfilled … onward south through Kempsey for a quick supermarket stop and then back on the road toward Taree, and our ultimate destination for the next few day, Cundletown on the Dawson River. Its Cundletown but we’ve decided to called it Cuddletown, as we’re sure most other travelers do.
We arrived in Cundletown just after lunch. When we pulled off into the caravan park, it initially looked like we’d made a huge boo boo. A quick check of Wikicamps suggested this place may be a shithole full of arseholes, and first impressions corroborated that. Wikicamp reviews mentioned drunken permanents and it being a place to avoid.
We didnt have many caravan park options between Xmas and New Year, but we could easily have found a free camp driving inland for a hour or so, saving our money and avoiding any crap hole caravan parks.
We’d already paid when it was booked so we drove in bravely, thinking New Years eve in a deadbeat shit hole, awesome. The chances of getting into a punch-up was looking promising. Once past the very average road side of the caravan park, and driving down the gravel road it actually seemed quite nice.
A quick check of more recent reviews centred around the single drunken problem of some foul mouthed lying skank who was passing through some time back. The caravan park is right on the river, probably a bit close to the highway for noise, but otherwise pretty good with a lot of older folk.
We’ve been allocated a site next to a tent camp with a very nice shiny boat.
Ross got chatting to an old guy who’s son it is that’s camped next to us with the boat. The old guy and his wife are in a caravan opposite.
The son runs a business making surfboards and wakeboards in QLD. The boat is a brand new Moomba Mojo imported from the USA for $150k and is brand spanking new; just collected in Sydney. They were just leaving to put it in the river for its maiden run.
The boat is a bit swish, and built to actually surf behind, on a surfboard … without a rope. The boat is 23ft long, powered by a 6.2ltr V8, and seats 17. The boat takes on 1.5ton of water to lower it, and using hydraulic plate produces a 2mtr surfable wave behind the boat … that’s a 2mtr surfable wave with no ski rope. Sounds fun
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