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Yamba, a Little Slice of Heaven
Sunday 13th February 2011 – Yamba, Australia
My journey today would take me to Yamba, further up the East coast of Australia. First, though, I had most of the day to take a look around Coffs Harbour a little more. The glorious sunshine was beckoning me and I wanted to take full advantage of this.
I hadn’t been able to get to Muttonbird Island in time yesterday, and as the sun fell behind the mountains, I didn’t get the photos I was hoping for. Therefore, this morning was all about revisiting the island, retracing my steps and getting the pictures in the daylight. After checking out and having my breakfast, I set off with camera in one hand, and water bottle in the other hand. I had no hands free to hold anything else.
The island had a less sinister feel to it in the sunshine, and many more people lined the bricked walkway to explore the island’s beauty, and to spot some of the birds that reside here. I wasn’t here to hunt for birds today, but to grab some snaps. I would leave the bird watching until later when I spend time on the beach. The birds are fascinating though, and can be seen all about. Other larger birds were hovering, waiting.
It was nice to see the crashing waves below the walkway at the end of the path, and to see the ferocity for myself. Last night it was impossible to see anything below, and the sound alone was enough to send shivers down my spine. Again, today in the light the sea looked less frightening. The views back over the main land and out into the mountainous backdrop were particularly rewarding on my morning stroll.
For the rest of the day I visited the market, and spent time on the beach to soak up some more sunshine and visit the cool sea one last time. I actually like Coffs Harbour, and feel there is much that I haven’t seen, and a lot I will probably never see, but I will return here and I will take myself further afield to see the greater picture at some point, of that I’m sure.
I boarded the train when it finally arrived into Coffs Harbour, and set off towards Yamba. Along the way I saw many Kangaroos, my first this holiday. As I disembarked the train and transferred onto the coach, I saw more wild Kangaroo. Whilst on the coach I witnessed the first Kangaroo road kill as well, something that wasn’t on my list, but was significant for reasons I am not too sure of. I guess it’s something you don’t see every day, especially in England, but here it must be common.
I arrived at Yamba YHA and immediately got a good feel for the place. It seemed like a fun place, and the guy behind the reception was cool, as were the guests milling about. In my room I was able to bag a bottom bunk in a room that was currently only occupied by myself. All was well so far. I booked a surfing lesson and a tour of Yamba for tomorrow, all for 20 dollars, which I thought was a bargain. I hope it will be all I expected. Surfing for the first time was going to be both exciting and frightening, I couldn’t wait!
I did my usual initial walking tour of the surrounding area, and passed by Turner’s Beach after grabbing some food from a nearby takeaway. From here I walked all the way along the break wall where many people were fishing into the evening. I spotted a pod of dolphins and stood for a while admiring as I always do with dolphins. Later, I walked to Main Beach and found myself walking down a small, poorly lit pathway. Half way down the path were two people engaging in some naughty business. I had to step over them, and thought about saying hello, but I figured it wouldn’t be well received, so I carried on. At the end of the path was the beach, although very dark and spooky.
As I walked along the side of the road back towards the hostel, a car pulled up beside me and the door opened as the car came to a halt. I half expected to be dragged inside and taken away, but it wasn’t quite like that. A mother and a young boy were in a desperate state, looking for their family dog. I explained sympathetically to the boy who was in floods of tears that I hadn’t seen the dog. I had seen two people pretending to be dogs earlier, but I didn’t think the mother and boy would want ot hear about this, so I opted not to mention it. They drove away hastily, and I kept myself alert for any movement in the dark, hoping to spot the animal.
Back at the hostel, people were gathering for their evening’s entertainment, and I became aware of the number of blonde beauties in this hostel. A large number of guests here are young Swedish girls. I think I had finally found my way to heaven, another reason to like this place. I was grateful for the industrial sized fan in my hostel room, as I needed cooling down after a hot day.
Written by Daniel Stevens,
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