That fateful day has arrived. A short drive from South West Rocks to Nambucca Heads which was to Poo Poo Heads delight.
We drove into town and straight to the White Albatross caravan park which is a little out of town but on the rockwall breakwater entrance to the Nambucca River. He entrance is wide, rough and running like Linford Christie. The caravan park has an enormous tidal lagoon which would be football oval in size. Like Port Macquarie it is encouraged to paint the rock wall. The sites at the caravan park are quite big and all tree covered
After we set up camp we headed into town for lunch and a quick wander around. We bought some buns and a sausage roll for Poo Poo Head and set about looking for a spot to eat. Barb had already spotted a group of indigenous people sitting around drinking on the way into town so we headed in the other direction.
After lunch we had a quick wander about and noticed signs all over the place stating “Alcohol Free Zone 15.01.2008 – 10.01.2011. It had us curious what happened on the 14th of Jan 2008, and should we book a spot on the caravan park for the party on the 11th of Jan 2011. One of the shops displayed a sign on the window apologizing for no late trading due to ongoing violence in the town.
Poo Poo Head had a chocolate cookie from the bakery. Oddly, the facial expression of the cookie resembled the facial expression of a couple of gentlemen Ross was to encounter along the boardwalk on his ride later in the day. One eye shut and a bit rough around the edges.
The caravan park has a little wet playground for little guys. By the time we got there today the temperature have dropped off a bit and was a little to cold for Poo Poo Head.
We took Poo Poo Head back to camp for his sleep and Ross went for a ride. He came across 3 groups of indigenous people standing around drinking. Two of those group were on the board walks that follow the waters edge …. A significant tourist route I would imagine. The place is very hilly and a great ride around the town. The hideous climbs one after the other paid off when Ross reached the lookouts.
From the view at the Captain Cook lookout we could see ourselves down below.
We headed out to fish off the rock wall, negotiating the treacherous rocks to get close to the water so we wouldn’t loose any of Ross’s precious fishing crap by snagging on the rocks. We fed the fish with the sand worms Barb bought in The Entrance. We felt sorry for the worm, so decided to take them on our holiday north with us …. In the freezer. Poo Poo Head happily played throughout the fishing expedition … and eat ALL our BBQ Shape biscuits.
As we are writing this a possum dropped out of the tree in front on us and started snoopy around. A guy wandering past our camp earlier warned us about the indigenous people doing a similar thing at about 4am …. Only they’re not interested in cantaloupe and bread, they collect bikes and eskies apparently. We wont have to venture to the main street to experience the violence if they try to lift our stuff during the night.
The surf shop dude was very friendly and very helpful … especially after we bought stuff in his shop. He informed us that a storm earlier in the year destroyed the natural sand bar of Scotts Head, a beach just south of Nambucca. The last time we were here we surfed Scotts Head and the surf was amazing. He suggested heading to a beach just north of Nambucca Heads which has both north and south heads which should cover most weather conditions.
A guy turned up next door to us in a brand new Range Rover …. And with a brand new huge Coleman tent. He was still putting it up when we got back from fishing. All his stuff was brand new and he had the tent instruction manual on the ground as he was setting up, and asking someone questions on the mobile. It was obviously his first (and possible his last) camping trip. You know someone has too much money when they turn up at a camp with a tent in a brand new Range Rover, and then stand on the actual roof of the car to get some stuff out of the roof rack.
Poo Poo Head is over confident riding his bike about the place, riding up and down driveways and every bump he can find. We thought it might be the time to take off his trainer wheels ….. he has no balance what so ever, and though it was a great joke. Barb did a kerbside video interview before and after the “no trainer wheel attempt” which was quite funny, as Poo Poo Head described what happened, but that video is a bit too long to upload here.
The trainer wheels are back on.
Stay tuned
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