Betty wrote - < betty, fine after a week in the magical atmosphere of Mallacoota :-D > Driving the coast road from Sydney to see the rels who live close to PI (lucky that); realising it is a bit more of a trek than it looked, taking the long way there Towing the trailer with bikes and really needing some sleep, wife says hang a left off the highway into Mallacoota and we'll find a place for the night So we did and went the extra for a cabin - only the caravan park seemed to be open (mid winter, seriously dark and cold) - too tired to eat or look around, slept the sleep of the unholy and woke mid next day To find a grassy paddock between us and the water - stumbled out into the sunshine and several roos raise there heads and the largest, meanest one looks at me and seems to say "what you looking at boy??" Apologise for disturbing their scratching and conversation and stumble off to Lucy's café, for coffee and directions Lucy, who is Chinese is a font of local knowledge, some of which I vaguely remember - - avoid any time likely to be infested with caravans (it is one BIG park) - bring or make arrangements to get out out on a boat - do the walks in the NP (all around) - ride the push bike track (spectacular) - take a look at Mallacoota International Airport (amazingly large ex WW2 airstrip - you will not have much trouble clearing customs and immigration) - eat at Lucy's Drove slowly and respectfully out of town (you go round that bad ass 'roo in the middle of the road 'cos he isn't moving for you) - it really is a WTF kind of town, in a good way And maybe not such a bad place half way between Syd and Melb for a deviant variant on BTH's unaugural (assuming bonfires are allowed) At least 2 members of this ng say its a WTF kind of place, so it must be true And bring your bloody service records. Best, Andrew
