Haustralia: Myall Lakes->Coffs Harbour->Crescent Head

So, we hop into the boobie van and off we go. Myall lakes national park was desti one and only a few hours north of Syd. Man the boobie van gets a lot of attention. Some drive by giving the thumbs up while others hoot and laugh. Then there are those that gives that dirty stare as if we had a wooden penis bottle opener from Bali glued to our foreheads. All good times though.

We arrived at Myall lakes and discovered it has flooded over from the storms. Well, what can you do but to make dinner, have some wine, and try to pass out. Oh, one problem mate, you got no muskie net (Haustralian for mosquitos). No worries, we got tons of REI bug juice and started lathering it on. Deet is good for the skin, makes you age 20 years over night. That went well and we slept for about 20 minutes until the muskies started biting through jeans and sweaters. Up all night putting on Deet every 30 minutes, slapping muskies, and bitching about how bad Myall lakes suck. Out of here at first light for sure. Amy actually got up and went running in the AM despite the 2 large dingos running around the camp site. They are wussie house trained Dingos, even Louie (my attack dog) would kick their dingo butts.

Amy showed up nice and sweaty from her run while I did my morning exercise which consisted of rolling a drum, making coffee, and bitching and moaning about how many muskie bites I have. I hate you Haustralia! We heading into town (Hawks Nest) to use the public facilities which are quite nice. Pulling up into the beach parking lot made me feel a lot better and the thought nice waves took my mind off the itching. WOW! Crystal clear waters, tons of dolphins surfing the little waves. This was beautiful and Amy whipped out the Vid camera and took some nice footage. We watched for a while as the dolphines cruised up and down the beach only about 10 feet offshore. I really felt at peace except having to relieve my bladder of the morning coffee. I took my nice stroll to the beach bathroom and HOLY CRAP, there is a 6 feet Python right outside of it! I'm not f-ing peeing in that bathroom or going anywhere near it. I yelled at Amy to bring the vidi so we can document our first wild encouter. The locals came over and laughed, "thats just a baby one, we have bigger ones in our attics". Well guess what, I'm not moving here and if I do my house will not have an attic. Lets get out of this town was the first thing on my mind. Off to the beach to pee where I can see if anything will approach to bite me. We hopped in the boobie van and headed north as quickly as possible with the sole mission of finding a camping store that sells muskie nets.

Coffs Harbour:

A few hours north of Myall Lakes is a pretty little town called Coffs Harbour. The downtown harbour area itself is quite touristy so we decided to head to the beach north of it. Nice small beach break with chest high waves. There was only 4 guys out in the water so we decided to join and get our first Haustralian surf session and test out on our new boards. Soooooooo much fun. I love my expensive Channel Island Biscut since the exchange rate made it affordable. That thing surfs as if I'm a monkey on acid strapped to and elephant on crack running away from micies. Now we are starting to enjoy this country the way it should be. An hour in the water was enough since we were both starving. Oh, it's Haustralia and they have free gas barbies at every darn park and street side. Grill up some chooks (what they call there chickens) and make some nice chook and cheese sandwiches. MMMMMMMMM. We hopped in the boobie van with full bellies, tan faces, and head a few hours north to Crescent Head.

Crescent Head:

This is a tiny little town with the longest right hander in Haustralia. I'm talking about 150-200 yard ride from the main peak to the inside if your wave connects. The beauty of it was that you could catch the wave all the way in, get out of the water and walk to the point, hop in from the rocks and do it all over again. The only time you need to paddle is to get the wave. One problem though, when the swell pumps, so do the crowds. One main peak + 100 surfers trying to take off in a 20 feet area = no waves for you. The waves were small and it was windy that day so we decided to head into the campgrounds and set up shop. Oh such a lovely campground, free firewood, showers, clean bathroom, etc. We make dinner, enjoy some wine, and test out our new Muskie net. Ahhh, real sleep with no bites. Nice. The next morning we head into town to check out the waves and found..........ankle high wind slop. Well, time to hop in the "BOOBIE VAN" and head north to Byron. Off we go.