In the way that only the best drunken plans work, everything actually ended up happening! We set out the next morning with very little agenda other than having a top time. Loz had made up the perfect traveling soundtrack (80s) and we moseyed our way down the coast. We took the brown 'tourist attraction' signs that kept us off the highway and stopped at Helensburg to look at the Hindu temple and a (mediocre) garage sale. Loz had her heart set on Devonshire Tea and so when the opportunity arose - at Stanwell Tops I think - we stopped to indulge.
We headed on to Kiama and found ourselves a home for the night....as predicted in one of the town's two pubs! We looked at the Blowhole (which I am not really sure I rate as a tourist attraction) and braved the bustling winds. We then had a thinking drink, and wandered to the club for a nanna dinner as we were starving. We didn't have a huge night - pub crawled our way back to our pub where a band was playing. As we walked towards the entrance, Loz noticed a guy who looked like someone we all played trivia with years ago (and with whom she went to a Christmas party with disastrous results!). As we approached we realised that it was the same guy, which was surreal to say the least. Apparently his aged mother lives just down the road and he was visiting her. Weird. Weird and uncomfortable!
Anyway the following morning we headed to the local craft and food markets which stretched along the beach. I was determined to buy both something edible and something crafty (or both at once if possible!).
It was actually a little rainy and windy but the markets were lovely. I bought a caraway and rye sourdough loaf which has been my best breakfast ever since. We then followed the headlands around along the coast, where we had a stormy and spectacular view back up north.
We then hit the road, planning on going back to Sydney via Kangaroo Valley and Bowral. But, we had seen in the local Kiama guide some rock formations that were advertised as 'being like the face of the moon'. So we thought we'd take a space trip to find them. A short drive and a walk through the on again off again rain and we were successful.
It was a very surreal landscape, the old moon. The ocean was vicious, the rocks jagged and striking, and the whole place was empty other than us. It was quite impressive in the moody weather and we stayed there for some time, generally talking about how cool nature is!
We stopped at Berry for more markets - I am such a sucker for other people's trash! I bought some more crappy paperbacks (am going through a total Agatha Christie phase. Again), and some lovely delicate glassware that I'm going to use to make panacotta in. And some for taking shots out of...not quite as classy!
The highlight of the trip home was an 'side of the road shop' - my favourite sort! This one - an old fridge - was selling fudge, toffee and other assorted sweets. Using the honesty system! YES! Actually we were very honest - Jacs bought some turkish delight, Loz some rocky road and I bough some pecan and maple toffee (which was my dinner on Monday night. Ah nutrition, I value you).
We then stopped at Bowral for lunch before making our way back home. I backed it up with a lovely roast in response to winter weather at Mel's, and had a thoroughly wonderful weekend!
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