Just for clarity, this blog post is about Thursday the 19th of September - one of our regular readers had got a bit time challenged by me mentioning the day, but not the date, as we are still running 7 and a half days behind real time, but catching up! (Honest).
Morning
I woke up late this morning at 5.15am, I was really tired on getting back from the Pho restaurant last night, I suspect the mocktails from the previous night had a lot of sugar in them, which often makes me feel lethargic for a day or two! We do the usual routine of tea, toothbrushing, shaving and showering. I note to myself this morning that I shave much better with my glasses off, as I can shave right up to the hair line (All be it a limited amount of hair, I note before someone else comments!). Whereas at home, when I already have my glasses on as I shave on my way back up the stairs after breakfast, I'm prone to miss the areas just below the arms of the glasses!! Odd little reflection for this morning!
Breakfast
We go across to the main part of the hotel for Breakfast at 7am as they open. It is an unusual breakfast, complicated and not very filling. It involved my first use of an air-fryer to warm the breakfast tortilla wrap.
This is where the various items, some cold, some ready to be warmed, are stored.
A conventional toaster on the left an air-fryer on the right. I went to reception and checked on the timing of using the airfryer.
Drew started with a yogurt compote
While I had some fresh fruit, which was cool and tasty
Drew then had a croissant which warmed in one minute in the air-fryer. The caution below the croissant warns of the danger of putting croissants into toasters and the fires that can start, it isn't the first breakfast place with such a warning - I had no idea croissants were so combustible!
The lady at reception said it would take 2 minutes for the wraps, which was clearly not enough as the centre was freezing cold. To be fair they had already been cooked, so I was only warming them up, so no risk to health, but cold egg and spinach isn't my favourite mouth-feel. [Co-pilot's note: It is interesting, dear readers, to note that a fellow diner had obviously encountered this process before and rather than the stated two minutes was going for the more liberal 15! I think he felt the same way about burnt egg and spinach. To say nothing of the blackness that was meant to be his toast.]
We go back to to the room and I catch-up with the blog comments that have come in over night and reply to Flickr comments too. We leave the room at 9.30am check out and pack the car ready to depart at 9.40am.
Today's Route
The Big Banana
We might have fitted the first two stops of today into yesterday's schedule, as they are a short distance north of Coffs Harbour, but as we wanted to settle into the hotel and refresh ourselves we choose to leave them until today.
The first stop was at what has become the emblem of Coffs Harbour, I remember first seeing it in my brother's photos of travelling this way when they first visited their potential, and now actual, home. It is of the Big Banana, yes you read right the Big Banana.
The advertising says that the Big Banana Fun Park is the BIGGEST and BEST Fun Park on the Northern NSW coast. A full day of fun for the entire family set amongst the bananas, overlooking the amazing Coffs Harbour coastline.
While we were not there for the rides, nor the tour of the banana plantation, we did enjoy having a few shots of ourselves at the Big Banana.
We arrived at 9.50am and left at 10.05am but it had been fun.
Diggers Beach
Across the main road and about a mile further on was Diggers Beach. It is a gently curved, unspoiled beach on the Coffs Coast. It is framed by two rocky headlands - Diggers Head and Macauleys Headland, making for a wide, sheltered and wind-free beach. It really was as pretty as it looks,
Travelling North
We left Diggers Beach at 10.20am and got straight back on to the A1, which some time later became the M1. We noted that the roads are very different from American ones. None of the potholes that are so common in the USA, or huge gaps in the tarmac are evident here. American Interstates are notorious for such holes, but you don't see these here. The ease of driving without a great deal of traffic along the road is very relaxing. It helps me as a blogger to, as when I'm not driving I can use Drew's iPad to make notes ready for the time I get (all be it seven days later) to write the post!
Yamba Museum and Gallery
We walked out of the back of the Museum into a Art Gallery. The Gallery, in an old Presbyterian Church, displays the art of the local artists group. Drew was quite impressed by some of them. While I walk out Drew looks at the pictures in more details and makes a friend, a lady called Vicki, one of the artists, who is still chatting to him when I go back 15 minutes later to check he is OK. A chatty Drew is not a common site. [Co-pilot's note: I am, dear readers, often chatty when I get the opportunity to fit a word in edgeways. In this case I was able to talk about a local artist called Jennifer Runge, whose use of pastel shades I found quite delightful.] He clearly enjoyed the discussion on colour options and routes through the Australian bush! These are some of the art work and the final photo of the set Drew and Vicki.
Meanwhile as the two guys in the museum came to say goodbye to their only visitors for this period I saw a painting of a bird we had seen earlier in the week and I couldn't identify. It turns out it is an Australian Magpie - a different breed and colour from the UK bird of the same name. The guy who told us this also said: "You have to be careful of them, they are vicious and dive at people's heads. Even though I had a hat on I got caught last week" He then showed us the scar. Drew is not comforted, he was prepared for deadly snakes, spiders, dingoes, drop bears and so on, but hadn't previously realised he had to beware of birds too.
We then went outside and saw the pretty, but scary, little bird:
Yamba Marina Cafe
We had spent an hour and a half in the museum and as it was now 1.15pm I was feeling a bit peckish, given the odd nature of this morning's breakfast. Driving through Yamba I had seen a sign for the Yamba Marina Cafe, so we headed there for a spot of lunch.
I was thinking of a snack, but when I saw Yamba Prawns, Chips and Salad on offer, I had to go for them. They were simple but delicious.
Drew opted for Fish Burger, Chips and Salad and he was happy with his too.
I had a Long Black with mine
Drew a very chocolatey cappuccino.
The temperature had begun to rise - this morning the car had been showing 25C consistently. As we were leaving Yamba at 2pm it was 27C. Thank heavens for a car with air-con, 27C is hot in anybodies language!
Razorback Lookout
Our next stop was Razorback Lookout, 72 kilometers and 56 minutes further on it is a location which overlooks at approximately 45 metres above sea level the township of Evans Head and the coast.
This is the panorama the lookout provides:
The lookout is wheelchair accessible and is fitted with excellent BBQ and picnic facilities, public toilet facilities and a lot of parking spaces. Though this could make it a perfect place for enjoying the amazing view up the coast, we were the only people there!
Evans Head
We hadn't intended to stop at Evans Head, where the Evans River meets the sea (the Pacific Ocean) but as we drove to the lookout we past through the town and liked the views over the river it provided. The stop was even better when we got to see so many lively pelicans, as well as an ibis or two and a flock of sea gulls.
Big Prawn
Just as Coffs Harbour had the Big Banana, so Ballina has the Big Prawn, nicknamed by Drew Crusty the Crustacean!
The Big Prawn stands 9 metres high and weighs 35 tonne. It has no significance, other than the role of prawn trawling in the harbour, but has become one of the attractions of this coast.
Arrive at the Comfort Inn
On the journey between Evans Head and Ballina I had received an email from the hotel saying:
This was a first for me, someone checking at 3.30pm whether you were arriving for the night - 5.30 or 6pm, perhaps I could understand - or perhaps this Australian habit of eating early also applies to hotel arrivals!! Anyway I was able to reply saying I would be there within the hour and we arrived at 4.15pm. I got to meet Stephanie herself, she too has Welsh grandparents!
We park up and settle into the room which is up a somewhat forbidding set of stairs
But is very comfortable otherwise.
I start editing, naming and uploading the photos. This is the first hotel in Australia, unlike so many in the US, which slow down uploads. So there is free wifi, but not speedy wifi - so this process takes some time.
We go out for a walk through the town and down to the river. Not a long walk as it is already dark, but some exercise after a pretty sedentary day.
Dinner
I had looked last night for places to eat in Ballina and it looked as if there were plenty of potentials, so we took the risk and didn't book.
We had seen a place called La Cucina Di Vino and when we got there they did have a table for two.
We began by sharing a Focaccia with Olive Oil and Balsamic Vinegar - I'm not sure they use the same Focaccia recipe as us - I'm sure we have never toasted it. The Olive Oil and Balsamic were as good as one might expect, which made up for the bread.
Drew's starter (or entree as they say here) was Arancini, crumbed mozzarella and parmesan risotto balls with spicy roast capsicum sauce. Drew didn't think this was as nice as his ones in Perth, but they were still pleasant and tasty
I went for Polpette, Pork and veal meatballs with tomato and basil passata. A deep, basil rich, sauce with a strong beef and veal flavour in the meatballs, with minced beef also mixed through the tomato and basil sauce. Lovely.
Drew managed to have another Pizza, it was Pizza Pepperoni with a nice thin and crispy Italian style crust with massive bits of pepperoni and a tasty tomato sauce - he was very happy with it. This is his second pizza of the holiday and he says I never let him have any 😂
I had the Polpo alla Genovese, a fried octopus with basil pesto, cashews, garlic, onions, sundried tomatoes, olives and a generous sprinkling of parmesan - I suspect the Italians would cook the Octopus more like the Basques do in Pulpo alla Gallega - i.e soft and tender, rather than crisp and crunchy. It meant that the sauce and pappardelle were not enriched by the octopus as I would have expected. But it was a good pasta, with a pleasant sauce and tasty fried bits of octopus - mainly tentacles - so nothing to turn your nose at.
The usual thing occurred and by 8.05 the restaurant was empty bar us and the staff.
We left soon after and were back at the hotel for 8.20pm - I got on with posting photos onto Flickr and we went to bed at 9.30pm.