08 September 2010
The Californian ideal of a picture-perfect beach is one laden with fabulous tan people working really hard to induce early-onset skin cancer. The Australian ideal of a picture-perfect beach is one laden with no forms of life other than you and your friends (who also seem to be working really hard to induce early-onset skin cancer). I’m gonna have to lean towards the Australians on this one.
DBM came for a weeklong visit! We hopped in our Spaceship (check out the picture!) and headed north along the coast. What did we find? Empty campgrounds and 7-mile beaches absent of any and all forms of life. It was utterly divine.
We shopped for groceries in a town called Buladelah, we stopped at the World’s largest fake Uluru, and we free camped, cooked, and bathed in our brilliant Spaceship Campervan. It came complete with pop-out bed, fridge, DVD player, cooker, and iPod adapter. Basically, I was in heaven. I could have lived in it. In fact, I’m considering it.
In the meantime, there’s heaps more pictures of the coast on my flickr site.