Greg & Debs Place

Greg & Debs place is a isolated, off grid, back to basics campsite. Although they do have a hot outdoor shower.

Rustic outdoor shower.

When we arrived we were warmly greeted by both Greg & Debs who pointed out the various camping sites and the facilities. They pointed out the various tracks and informed us we were free to wander around their grounds and to relax and enjoy ourselves.

They then left us to settle in informing us they would be back around 5:00 for happy hour.

We selected a site and set up our camp. I then took time out to unwind from the drive from Bundaberg.

Resting after the long drive to Greg & Debs

After my rest I was ready to get up and go, so we wandered down to the stream and water hole. It wasn’t quite warm or deep enough to jump in so we walked up along the stream and picked up the track that looped around the property.

By the time we arrived back at camp it was nearly 5.00 so time for happy hour.  Greg & Debs arrived in their ute along with their dog. Greg lit the campfire and the beers and conversation started flowing. Both Greg and Debs are great hosts and make you feel you are at home, at no time did it dawn on me that the only one wearing any clothes was Jo.

I think the happy hour lasted somewhere near 3 hours, so it was dinner by moon light (well nearly) Even in the remoteness there are lights supplied and charged by solar power.

The following morning after breakfast we took a stroll along the road all in all a 4 km walk. Although I called it a road, which technically it is, it is more like a forest track winding it’s way through the trees.

The main road

After the walk I took a nice warm shower.

Shower with a view

 

Greg & Debs

After another walk along the beach first thing we (I) decided that with all the camps along the beach area being full it was about time to head inland for a change. So we headed off to Greg & Debs place near Gin Gin. Jo was beginning to get worried as this is an off grid bush campsite. I phoned ahead to make sure there was availability as I didn’t want this to be a wasted journey.

So address loaded into the TomTom off we went. An hour later we arrived at Gin Gin and decided to stop for a coffee and get some provisions, it’s not as if we will be able to walk down the road to the pub tonight. After wandering up and back down the main high street, all 10 mins we decided to ask one of the locals which was the best coffee in town. Just out luck they are also visitors.

We take pot luck and manage to find a reasonable coffee then it’s off to the supermarket. One think I have noticed here in Gin Gin is that the town has a hippie feeling. Women with multi or brightly coloured hair. Men with long hair pulled back in a ponytail.

Back to the campervan for the final leg of the trip and it’s follow Greg’s directions (he had warned us that the TomTom would want to go the opposite way).

When we were almost there Jo started to panic again as the tarmac ran out and we were now driving on a dirt road, this last all of 2 km.

Finally we arrive at Debs & Greg’s gate, where the instructions were to ring to be allowed in. On calling Greg he laughed and said the gate is always locked, the sign was just to keep nosy parkers out. He arranged to meet us at the junction in the driveway and would then show us where we could camp.

Waiting at the junction they turn up on a quad bike Debs on the back wearing a t-shirt & Greg in front wearing only a pair of boots and sunscreen, his hair tied back in a pony tail.

 

 

Hervey Bay to Moore Park Beach

After our beach walk and coffee at Hervey Bay it was time to up anchor and away, travelling North along the coast. We were heading up to Bundaberg. By the time we had reached this part of  Aus on our big tour we had just about had enough and by-passed Bundaberg.

We started off by following the coast to Burrum Heads. Although following the coast on this day meant travelling along a road with no view of the sea. When we arrived at the heads we looked at each other and both said ‘We’ve been here before’ I will check out our old tour route to check it out one day, but the place did look familiar. We also found out the only way out was a 7 km backtrack.

So it was back to the main as the only viable way to get to Bundaberg. We initially drove along the by-pass to get to the camping grounds at Burnett Heads only to find them both booked out. Not sure if that was due to school holidays or Grey Nomads. We did however get informed that there was space at Moore Side Park campground. So it was back through Bundaberg and north up the coast a bit more.

Driving through the town I can now see why Jo decided to bypass it on our last trip.

What a turn out, right on the beach so much better than anything over at Burnett Heads. Good walks along a prom, fairly short as it turned out, and along the beach. The campground also had a great camp kitchen, lounge area & tv. All included in the price and all for our soul enjoyment.

 

Boondooma to Hervey Bay

Having driven north yesterday and having a pleasant stay inland at  Boondooma now it is time to hit the sunshine coast. We are looking forward to be at the beach again and are heading over to Hervey Bay on the recommendation of one of our fellow campers. Although it might be a sign that although they live there they are currently staying some distance away.

Oh well we will soon find out.

Arriving at Hervey Bay we drive along the beach road trying to find a camp site. There are 3 camp grounds on the beach front but all are full, there are people everywhere and tourist type shops and cafes all along the front. I’m sure we came here in 2008 and were glad to leave it. The beach doesn’t look very nice as well.

Having driven up and down the fore shore road we try at a motel. They only have 2 rooms left. We take a look and for the price they are charging they are very basic and don’t have any cooking facilities. On the off chance Jo asks they owner if there are any other camp grounds around. He directs us to the marina where we find a site available for the night.

The campsite also allows a discount at the marina restaurant and bar. So having set up camp i.e. park up, we head out to take a look.

We find the building with little problem and enter. The brightness of the main bar area hits us, we take a look around and there is just no atmosphere. So we miss out on the discount and walk back out.

While were inside we did notice some interesting looking place a little further on. There appeared to be flames dancing about the tables. So we take a wander down and find a delightful restaurant. The owner seemed over the top camp, I think some of this is showmanship for the patrons. This was a good choice and we both have delicious meals.

Gardens Walk

Keeping up with the fitness theme it was off to the gym this morning and a walk in the afternoon.

Our walk today was up the river, away from the city, and towards the Hamilton gardens. This is a nic easy walk with the prospect of a coffee at the cafe. As we approached the gardens all seemed to be quiet with very few cars to be seen. We were however mistaken and the grounds were busy with families everywhere. A look over towards the cafe enforced the thought that coffee was not going to be on my menu today.

So it was a quick walk around the lake, stopping to watch the fish and turtles, before heading back home.

 

End of Christmas…. Here comes fitness…

Well Christmas is over and done with for another year and after being merry and jolly it’s time to suffer the consequnces.

We are both up at the crack of dawn, well 7.55, but that’s close enough and out for a walk to get some steps in before breakfast.

Then after breakfat it’s off to find a coffee. Where else but along the river cycle path to Bryce and Jean’s.

Then it’s back to our house sit for lunch.

Seagulls

For some time now I have thought seagulls were not too intelligent. The ones I remember from when I lived in the UK seemed to be large and thuggish. More brawn than brains. I had no way to prove this until today.

Sat looking out across Opito Bay in the north of the North Island of New Zealand I was finally proved correct in my thoughts.

The owner of the house we are house sitting at the moment has put out some sweet water for the Tui’s to drink. Now these birds also look a bit scatty. When they fly they seem to have no direction and flutter randomly across the sky. But the know a free lunch when they see one. After taking a drink of nectar from the flowers in the garden they top up with a nice sweet drink.

After them the common sparrow shows that he too also recognises a good opportunity to refuel. Having seen the Tui have his top up Mr & Mrs Sparrow also descend on to the drinking bowl and take their fill.

All this time a seagull has been watching from the roof top above. He swoops down gracefully hovering over the balustrade and finally lands both feet in the feeding bowl. He takes a look around to see what the others had been up to. He fails to see the free drink available, so flies off still thirsty and with sticky feet.

Buddy Walk

We are house sitting in Keri Keri again and although this is  only a short walk for us, after Buddy has chased after his ball up and down the beach several times, he ends up walking over 3 times as far as us.

This walk is a pleaseant stroll over the rocks to a beach and then onto more rocks and the headland to the south east of the bay.

 

3:13 a.m.

I emerge from my slumber.

Mike, can you hear that.

No I’m asleeep.

Mike, wake up, there’s someone upstairs. Now fully half awake I listen for some strange sound but I can’t hear anything. Jo gets up and takes a listen from the adjoining room.

We’re currently house sitting in the middle of nowhere and Jo thinks we have a burgular, surely the dog we are sitting would have something to say if someone was breaking in. Maybe not, his owners did say he was frightened of bangs and bumps.

Jo returns. There’s definitely someone moving upstairs, go take a look. But put some clothes on first.

I slowly get out of bed, put on my shorts and make my way up the first flight of stairs. The dog emerges from his bed tail wagging. If there is someone about he doesn’t seem that bothered. I continued up the stairs to the lounge door.

At last I can hear something. There are a couple of bumps and a noise similar to a winch motor. It must be from someone outside on the boat ramp. But we didn’t leave the patio doors open so how come the sound is so clear.

I go to open the door. Jo’s nervous voice behind me tells me to stop and not to go in. I slowly open the fly door, then slightly open the lounge door. The dog plods in. I open the door further an can see a flashing light. I reach in and turn on the light, the dog has sneeked onto his bean bag. Is he hiding from the intruder.

I slowly enter the room and take a quick scan round, the patio doors are still closed, so the winch theory is wrong. I quietly step through the doorway and there on the carpet is the culprit. The terrifying burglar that has come to murder us in our beds. He is rotund and fearless, going about the living room as if he owned it, the robot hoover was going about his nightly duty of cleaning up the floor after us.

Monster Ride

Today we have finally decided to go for a longer ride, we have been to the beach and turned right (North) several times now and have decided that we should turn left and head south.

We will go as far as we feel comfortable with before heading back.

The first thing we notice is that when cycling through the Netherlands you do need to take care of which way round you cycle. Anywhere near the North Sea it is always best to travel North or East. Travelling as we were today starting off travelling South / South Westerly we had a constant head wind. This didn’t really concern us as on the way back it would be assisting us.

We stopped at several locations on the way recognising hotels and landmarks we had visited a couple of years ago when cycling the North Sea Cycle Route. Jo pointing out the hotel that said it was full when we turned up at the door in our cycling gear. Not sure if it was full or that we weren’t dressed to their standards. Never mind that is all history now.

There were some places we hadn’t seen and we remembered that we were trying at one stage to get to Den Haag before it was too late and we therefore took the more direct route and didn’t always follow the coast.

The ride was very pleasant and as usual in Holland rather flat and although the total distance was only 40km not a huge amount we did turn around at Monster for our return trip.