We woke up to a strange weather phenomenon … there was some patches of blue in the sky. It was surrounded by grey, but we could see little patches of blue. We all ran outside like Julie Andrews in A Sound of Music, where we danced across the meadow singing The Hills Are Alive With The Patches of Blue Sky.
As if that wasn’t enough to cause happiness overload, not long after breakfast the sun started to fight its way out. We were almost delirious, and immediately started to make plans to squeeze 2 weeks of outdoor fun and frivolity into the next few hours.
On examination it was no wonder the clouds were thinning out, last night it rained so much there could not possibly be any water left in the sky. At one point it bucketed down so heavily Barb got up out of bed to make sure her shoes, which were under the awning, hadn’t floated away.
Rain on the camper is amplified and a very light drizzle is mistaken as actual rain. Last night it was literally like being inside a plastic eski whilst it was being blasted outside with a firehose. The noise was horrendous.
Anyway we ran to the caravan park reception to hire every single pedal machine they had. We ran into reception pointing to the sky. We were all speaking so fast the reception girl thought Barb was Norwegian.
We wanted to squeeze in as much as we could; all that pent up energy was bursting to get out. We started with a coffee in the in-house Cheeky Mango café Bar.
Off on the hire peddlers. Poo Poo Head had a kids 4 wheel cart with Ross and Barb on balance recumbent trikes.
Balance recumbent trikes, you may ask !!!! Ross just made that up. Although it is made up, it accurately describes them. Neither Ross nor Barb have ever seen anything like them before. They are recumbent (lie down) trikes that steer by leaning the entire seat and front section.
For inexplicable reasons every single time we hire any kind of bike and Barb has to get a helmet, she always manages to find the most perfect, bestest looking helmet ever, that doesn’t at all look anything like a mushroom. It’s uncanny, Barb could wear a ice cream box on her head and make it look good. 
Just to add to the fun, the balance bikes are extremely low to the ground, like about 2 inches, and have no handle bars. Like all caravan parks this one has speed bumps and the balance bike hangs up on the speed hump unless you build up enough speed to hit the hump at the minimum arse and spine jarring speed to successfully launch over it. The first time is a laugh, the second uncomfortable, the 35th ends with sobbing.
Poo Poo Head decided he wanted to swap to a double seated 4 wheeler with Barb,
and Barb decided she wanted to go and have a look at the lower end of the caravan park, downhill toward the surf beach. Ross knew this was not going to end well.
As expected, Poo Poo Head and Barb couldn’t pedal back up the hill. True to the theme of the NRMA caravan park, Ross pulled out his tow rope, tied it to the front of the two seater and towed them up the hill behind the balance bike.
When the request was put out for who wanted to play ten pin bowling. Poo Poo Head fired into the air two hands … and two feet, so off we went into town for a show down at the Merimbula Ten Pin Bowling.
Poo Poo Head got a strike And tried his luck with the Special Reverso Bowl
Ross thinks he’s playing for Australia …. nice form though ! Barb looks like she’s squashing cockroaches, and she was beaten by the Poo Poo Head
The bowling alley also had the obligatory coin games which spat out the tickets which you accumulate to exchange for the cheapest nastiest toys and rubbish available.
Amongst the cheapo toys, trinkets and no-name lollys on offer for the kiddies, Ross was slightly amazed to find a box of furry metal handcuffs labeled “Fur Love Cuffs”, and some 1975 xxx movie netting gloves. If there was any suggestion it was just Ross’s easily excitable mind, the fluffy cuff packaging also reads “For Adult Use Only”.
And for just 300 tickets or a measly $6.00, Ross thinks they appear to be great value for the kiddies … or the kiddies mummy and daddie !!!! A little risqué we think, but Ross and Barb are going back tomorrow to win 600 tickets
Back to the caravan park and off to the playground, jumping pillow, indoor activity room and later the heated pool.
We went for a walk down to the rocks that form the cliff along the edge of the caravan park. The swell was big and rough with waves crashing into the rocks.
On the way back a small swallow tail bird was darting around us. We couldn’t work out if it was playing or it was kind of a funny pathetic swooping. It was cute though, so we’ll pretend it liked us and was playing.
The camp kitchen and BBQ facilities here are really good. They are enclosed, spacious and clean. It is well set up for extended family groups to stay.
We have no idea what the weather will dish out tomorrow, but the morale of the camper has certainly lifted and we had a great day … the sort of day we were supposed to be having every day.
Pizza and booze night has rolled around once again, so this blog can wait, much more important things need to be addressed. Ha
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