Jimmy held up well for our trip to Merimbula, with a round trip of 1000km and only one small leak from the air conditioning, hurrah well done gold star. Merimbula is a lovely coastal town approximately 6.5 hours drive from Warragul, heading east towards Sydney. A hotspot for holiday weekends and many of my patients have spoken highly of it, so we were looking forward to seeing what everyone was talking about. 3 hours from Warragul is Lakes Entrance, another holiday favourite where 90 mile beach lives. We thought we'd stay over in Lakes Entrance to break up the drive. We arrived on Thursday evening to what appeared to be a ghost town - everything shut early, noone outside. all that was open was the local pizza takeaway so pizza it was for us and an early night. Rock and roll.
Next morning the sun was shining, at last! We got up early for a big breakfast then headed over to 90 mile beach to play like little kids in the sand. We did take approximately 43 pictures to capture an image of us both jumping in the air (we were determined) but we had fun all the same. Factor 30+ was lathered over my pale freckled skin to try and escape the white to red to peeling effect and I succeeded. Bob of course just had to look at the sun and he turned brown. 'sno fair. Managed to sneak in a game of Mini Golf before heading off to Merimbula - would you believe it, Tiger Bob Woods lost (I think he had a rather hefty handicap which he regretted). I'd like to say it was skill that helped me win....
Another 3 hours in the car through the bush and we arrived in Merimbula - a busy little place, lots of surf shops and cafes - before heading another 10 mins to Tura Beach where we were to stay with Alan and Kelly for 3 nights. The beach house that we had rented was amazing even if the driveway was at a 70 degree slope - I thought Jimmy was never going to make it back up in reverse without the gearbox giving up but alas, he did. We were only 100 yards to the beach through a spider infested jungle (I may exaggerate but there was potential for big hairies) and we pretty much had the beach to ourselves. The house had a huge balcony that surrounded the upper floor of the house for a spot of whale watching. We didn't see any whales but we watched in hope. The man next door had his telescope all set up, he obviously had done this before, with better results than us! Hmph. We maybe should've asked him for tips.
The view was amazing, looking straight out to the Pacific Ocean and the balcony was best visited first thing in the morning when the sun was out but the wind had yet to appear. Bliss. Bob got rather overexcited on Saturday morning and decided we should be out enjoying the sun at 7am. He promptly fell asleep in the deckchair about 10 mins later....
Saturday was tennis day! Alan had never played tennis before but seemed to have a natural flair for it - he only threw his toys out of the pram once so was surprisingly rather restrained. Kelly was up for action although couldn't quite pull off the Steffi Graf shots in the end..all in all it was a hoot and I think Kelan might have caught the tennis bug!
Off to watch Grand Final Part II - dull dull dull, the Saints lost to the Pies - but we managed to drink several beers in the process and taxied into Merimbula for an evening of silliness. Two jugs of Sangria later and we stumbled into the local posh(ish) restaurant, Zanzibar, for some dindins. We'd like to think that we behaved ourselves but sadly, I think we might have been somewhat loud. Quote of the day by Alan when ordering desserts "these are the same menus you gave us before only they're turned over". Good, well done Alan. When my creme brulee arrived..."is that lasagne you ordered?"....when Bob's cheese arrived, it got some butterscotch sauce drizzled over it. Taxi for Alan.
Sunday was the day for beach games! I made it through the spider infested jungle with only one minor hiccup when Alan thought it would be funny to tickle my leg with a twig. Ha ha how funny. After much running around with the frisbee we decided to play some lacrosse game where I broke the plastic catcher thing and Scatch, where the velcro fell off the hand held thing. The whole beach game kit was only $1 so I guess we couldn't expect it to last for long! I hit Kelly on the head with the footie ball when my kick for goal went askew (sorry Kelly) and there were a few minor tackling injuries followed by some sandy pants but all in all, the beach was fun and the sun was out.
Bega cheese factory was our next stop for the day for some cheese tasting - bit of a disappointment but we did have a giggle at some of the arts and crafts on sale in the shop. I found a mugsack - a bag to carry your mug in - absolutely hilarious, now if someone could explain this to me, I'd be most grateful. Watch out, one of you might even get it in the post for your Christmas present....mwahahahah
NRL rugby league final in the pub later then a quiet evening in playing a particularly silly verson of Scrabble, trying to make as many cheese related words as possible and also making up a few words along the way - a particular favourite was Jabytired (don't ask).
A rather hilarous weekend was had by all and the long drive was worth it.
Now for the coming weekend - moving in on Friday to our new house in Drouin! And on Saturday Bob and I have been asked to play in an A grade tennis match - this should be funny. Will keep you posted on how we get on.
Next morning the sun was shining, at last! We got up early for a big breakfast then headed over to 90 mile beach to play like little kids in the sand. We did take approximately 43 pictures to capture an image of us both jumping in the air (we were determined) but we had fun all the same. Factor 30+ was lathered over my pale freckled skin to try and escape the white to red to peeling effect and I succeeded. Bob of course just had to look at the sun and he turned brown. 'sno fair. Managed to sneak in a game of Mini Golf before heading off to Merimbula - would you believe it, Tiger Bob Woods lost (I think he had a rather hefty handicap which he regretted). I'd like to say it was skill that helped me win....
Another 3 hours in the car through the bush and we arrived in Merimbula - a busy little place, lots of surf shops and cafes - before heading another 10 mins to Tura Beach where we were to stay with Alan and Kelly for 3 nights. The beach house that we had rented was amazing even if the driveway was at a 70 degree slope - I thought Jimmy was never going to make it back up in reverse without the gearbox giving up but alas, he did. We were only 100 yards to the beach through a spider infested jungle (I may exaggerate but there was potential for big hairies) and we pretty much had the beach to ourselves. The house had a huge balcony that surrounded the upper floor of the house for a spot of whale watching. We didn't see any whales but we watched in hope. The man next door had his telescope all set up, he obviously had done this before, with better results than us! Hmph. We maybe should've asked him for tips.
The view was amazing, looking straight out to the Pacific Ocean and the balcony was best visited first thing in the morning when the sun was out but the wind had yet to appear. Bliss. Bob got rather overexcited on Saturday morning and decided we should be out enjoying the sun at 7am. He promptly fell asleep in the deckchair about 10 mins later....
Saturday was tennis day! Alan had never played tennis before but seemed to have a natural flair for it - he only threw his toys out of the pram once so was surprisingly rather restrained. Kelly was up for action although couldn't quite pull off the Steffi Graf shots in the end..all in all it was a hoot and I think Kelan might have caught the tennis bug!
Off to watch Grand Final Part II - dull dull dull, the Saints lost to the Pies - but we managed to drink several beers in the process and taxied into Merimbula for an evening of silliness. Two jugs of Sangria later and we stumbled into the local posh(ish) restaurant, Zanzibar, for some dindins. We'd like to think that we behaved ourselves but sadly, I think we might have been somewhat loud. Quote of the day by Alan when ordering desserts "these are the same menus you gave us before only they're turned over". Good, well done Alan. When my creme brulee arrived..."is that lasagne you ordered?"....when Bob's cheese arrived, it got some butterscotch sauce drizzled over it. Taxi for Alan.
Sunday was the day for beach games! I made it through the spider infested jungle with only one minor hiccup when Alan thought it would be funny to tickle my leg with a twig. Ha ha how funny. After much running around with the frisbee we decided to play some lacrosse game where I broke the plastic catcher thing and Scatch, where the velcro fell off the hand held thing. The whole beach game kit was only $1 so I guess we couldn't expect it to last for long! I hit Kelly on the head with the footie ball when my kick for goal went askew (sorry Kelly) and there were a few minor tackling injuries followed by some sandy pants but all in all, the beach was fun and the sun was out.
Bega cheese factory was our next stop for the day for some cheese tasting - bit of a disappointment but we did have a giggle at some of the arts and crafts on sale in the shop. I found a mugsack - a bag to carry your mug in - absolutely hilarious, now if someone could explain this to me, I'd be most grateful. Watch out, one of you might even get it in the post for your Christmas present....mwahahahah
NRL rugby league final in the pub later then a quiet evening in playing a particularly silly verson of Scrabble, trying to make as many cheese related words as possible and also making up a few words along the way - a particular favourite was Jabytired (don't ask).
A rather hilarous weekend was had by all and the long drive was worth it.
Now for the coming weekend - moving in on Friday to our new house in Drouin! And on Saturday Bob and I have been asked to play in an A grade tennis match - this should be funny. Will keep you posted on how we get on.
Off to make a lemon tart for the tennis tea!!
Love to all, Bob and Mo xx
Love to all, Bob and Mo xx
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