By the time we’d come this far, I was bit too tired to take photos, but I’ll try to get some of Bangalow when I leave because it is a beautiful town, full of artists and interesting sorts. The food is amazing, there’s a real slow food/gourmet following up there. Naturally the town is now fighting developers because they’re getting the spill from the Byron crowd.
For now this the only picture I have!
After a brief stop there, we went onto Byron and were pleasantly surprised by our room at the Apartments Inn. Sounds budget, looks a million. The owner is a former chef and full of good recommendations of where to eat. We wound up at St Elmo’s for tapas and I channelled Faux Fuchsia and tried their very expensive amaretto sour. It was worth every last cent – amazing! I was far to excited to drink it so didn’t get a photo – but it had a glace cherry and a hint of cherry in it. Cherry and almond is one of those lifetime love affairs that should never be parted.
The bed didn’t come like that, I just couldn’t wait to test it before taking a photo!
Byron is just like a big touristy beach town to me, but it sure does pull out the views.
After that, Mr G returned to Sydney and I drove out of Byron and into Nowheresville to start my secondment. It was a very sad day, but fortunately, French toast cures all, so that is exactly what I did.
Almond honey from the Hunter, grilled bananas, and fresh raspberry paste from the local farmers market, and I was ready to start what will hopefully be the last time I have to be away from home this year.
Coffs Harbour is one of the strangest places I’ve been to in my life. Once an action packed holiday destination, now a sort of post-apocalyptic shell of a holiday destination. You almost expected to come a cross a ferris wheel creaking desolately in it’s abandonment. The views however, were beautiful.
We stayed at th Novotel. Don’t get too excited, many rooms of the hotel have been bought by people who live there permanently because it was doing so badly. The grounds are immaculately kept and empty, and the interior and general decor of the hotel is a peach flavoured homage to Christopher Skase. It does however, have a private beach, which is gorgeous.
The hotel was full of strange things, like brush turkeys. Wandering around outside your room.
In spite of it being deserted and somewhat frightening, Coffs had one redeeming feature. Behold, the pancake machine. I want one.
I’ve been to a lot of hotel buffets. Never one with a pancake machine. The rest of the food was superior to other hotel buffet’s too.
Next stop, Bangalow and Byron Bay!
It’s been a while since I’ve posted. Clearly it takes a good 5 and a half weeks to adjust to ones new surroundings – amusing since I’ve only two and a half weeks left to go. Mr G and I made a bit of a road trip out of my secondment, starting with the Hunter Valley.
The Hunter Valley Gardens are a lovely place to visit – if you’re willing to pay the $20 entry fee! We weren’t so I took a photo from the outside. The Hunter Valley Chocolate Festival is held here – I don’t mind paying it then. There is also fruit growing on the trees inside – do with that information as you will. Even if you don’t go inside, on the site are a handful of gorgeous little shops selling local art, wines and other goodies.
Nature also likes to put on a pretty good show in the Hunter in autumn.
Some people photograph their wine exploits, it makes sense. Our first stop however, was the Hunter Valley Chocolate Factory, this is their cherry ripe fudge. It didn’t last long!
Next stop, a very long distance away, was the Big Banana. It was hilarious. And empty. Like the ghost banana that time forgot. I ate a banana ice cream to celebrate the occasion. Mr G had a banana milkshake. Neither were made with real bananas.
This was a flashback to my childhood. I felt a bit like I was in a Stephen King movie.
The banana ice cream was the colour of candy bananas. And yet the sight of all those cones awakened my inner child and got me excited!
Next post – the strangeness that is Coffs Harbour!