The new nylon palace held firm in the wind and rain over night.
Relayed to the managers of the Hawks Nest caravan park the success of the Solar Valley going Solar project we had learned about in Murchison, Victoria, so that they can connect and learn from that.
Enjoyed cycling on one of the most beautiful quiet forested roads I remember, in the Myall Lakes National Park hearing the waves crash on the beach a short distance over the dunes. A few very fast cars and SUVs (so many Australians do drive fast, and often without due consideration for road conditions). We both skinny dipped, although the sea had such a strong undertow, we quickly came out.
Cycled on past grassplants, over a hundred years old, to the Bombah Point ferry, operating every half an hour, along a metal cable. I drew attention to the opportunity of having a completely manual ferry, like across the Gambia river at Georgetown, in West Africa.
Slow going over a gravelly/muddy road from Bombah Point to Bulahdela, seeing the huge scar that is to be the Bulahdela bypass, carved across the land, and through the forest and through the sacred Aboriginal mountain Mt Alum. The locals are convinced it is unstoppable now.
Staying at the Plough Inn Hotel which has the grottiest common bathrooms I have ever seen in a pub: sharing the male cloakroom for the pub with the showers for the hotel. Yuck! Chris
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