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Published: February 21st 2011
It wouldn't be long until we were in Melbourne now. We had had very little internet signal over the past few days so as soon as wed drove into Narooma we took our chance to stop and put Hilda's advert on the internet. We sat by the water watching the fishing boats coming in with seals and Pelicans begging for scraps of food. I was surprised to see how graceful the Pelicans were while they were flying considering the huge beak that they have to carry.
When the advert was done we went in search of a beach so that we could cool down in the sea. We stopped at the interesting place named mystery and found it to be another stunning beach. There was no point in staying though as the water was not safe for swimming.
A while down the road, seeing a sign for a beach we headed off the beaten track on to an unsealed road. We were a little unsure if this was a good idea for Hilda, but were soon left with no choice when there was nowhere for us turn around. The road was steep, winding and dusty. But we need not
have worried for Hilda took it all in her stride. For our tricky journey we were rewarded with a stunning empty beach with views of Mimosa rocks with waves crashing over them. We spent the afternoon on the beach with plenty of time collecting shells and stones - I never could leave the beach without a good collection of things.
We found another great free camp spot at Yellow Pinch Dam. It was a popular spot, but we managed to get a space. It had a really nice feel to it, everyone was friendly and chilled out. As we sat that evening the sound of Jimmy Hendrix floated across on the warm breeze from a neighbouring van.
Checking our emails we found two people were already interested in viewing Hilda. We made arrangements to call in on one English couple on our way back to Melbourne and we were keeping our fingers crossed as they sounded like the kind of people we would like Hilda to go to.
In the morning there were quite a few mosquitoes and flies about so rather that trying to keep them all out of our cereal we packed up and found
a much more pleasant spot by the river put the kettle on and had breakfast. There were no fish biting for Andy so we were soon back on our way and driving through Eden. This is the last town in New South Wales before hitting Victoria. It really felt like we were coming to the end of our Australian adventure.
Andy was convinced that today was the day that he would catch a fish. We stopped at some beautiful salt water lakes and a place called Gypsy Point but the fish were having none of it. A day spent fishing and the best thing caught was a tan!
We were heading through the mountains in Victoria when we found our camp spot for the night. Set off the road in the forest it was peaceful. Well all except for the March flies. These things are only found in Australia and parts of America. Believe me you know when one of these things bites you! Up to an inch long they let your blood run from the bite and lick at it like a a vampire bat. Ouch. Luckily we didn't have long till night time when they all
disappear. Our neighbours for the evening were a retired couple who have been on the road for twelve years. They told us there were still many places they were yet to see.
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