Tomorrow morning Miss Hissy and I head to the South Coast for the weekend.
I can't begin to tell you how good the thought of leaving Sydney makes me feel. My back is suddenly much better and my head isn't so fuzzy. I smile when I think about the journey and more over the destination.
I love the drive south, down through Wollongong (bypassing Stanwell Park, where I swam two weeks ago) and on to the outskirts of the seaside town of Kiama, where I try to ignore the urban sprawl that has spread like an ugly rash over what was once a verdant, rural landscape (that's progress for you).
Miss Hissy and I then follow the tradition of most travellers heading south. We take a break at the tourist village of Berry on the Princes Highway, where I buy a flat white and The Hiss consumes some sticky, creamy confection that would clog up any older person's vital organs.
We arrive at the coastal holiday town of Mollymook, just out of Ulladulla, in time for lunch (usually at Pilgrims cafe in Milton - YUMMMY).
Mollymook beach is beautiful. It's a little over 2 kilometres in length. I know, because this weekend will be the fourth (?) time I've swum from north to south Mollymook in the annual ocean swim.
I've ranted on in previous blogs about last year's treacherous conditions. Fingers crossed that Sunday is sunny and the surf is less angry than it was last weekend. On Monday night a man drowned at a beach near Port Kembla (just south of Wollongong). The ocean is like a wild animal. It can look benign, but you should never trust it, always respect it and never think you can tame it.
But enough of this cliche-riddled bumph. I'm off to pack - which means chucking whatever's lying around into a bag.
Have a good weekend - I'll be back on Monday.
(I took this pic at Narawallee Beach in 2009, when The Hiss and her cousin Little Prince had a surfing lesson with former world champion, Pam Burridge)
3 comments:
It's a long way from Mollymook to Buenos Aires, but after nearly a week of smog, city noise (they don't lean on their horns like they did 7years ago, but they drive with death wish) and pavements pitted with huge holes, even bigger piles of dog shit and people in a hurry - I would love to join you!! But tango on I must - have fun - love to Miss Hissy
Escaping everything sounds lovely Shayne. Hope you have a lovely weekend and a calm surf.
HAven't left yet! Still have to hang out the washing! A woman's work is never bloody done!
See you girlies!
Party on Carol!
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