Following an authentic Saturday night out where I developed a new cultural understanding of the social habits of the older female and some big cats, what could be better than an authentic Sunday morning breakfast at the surf club. Sitting in the sunshine admiring the sparkling sea-diamonds and surfers on the big blue, we reckoned that our Canadian waitress probably had one of the best offices in the world. She agreed and imparted some words of wisdom about how to get what you want out of life. Good coffee, a great view, excellent company and some sound advice all for the price of three breakfasts.
Energised by the tasty food and the glorious sunshine, Jason decided he was taking us on a magical mystery tour of his town.
He took us to the spots known only to locals and we found ourselves in fields of kangaroos and even spotted more whales in the distance.
As we skimmed stones over the beautiful Emerald Bay it felt like we were on our own private beach. Surrounded by very friendly kangaroos and their joeys, we sat in the bright Aussie sunshine for a while and just let the world pass us by. Then it was off for milkshakes and lemonade and some time on the swings to burn off the sugar – and that was just Nicola.
From the vivid blue of the sea in the morning light we moved up into the mountains where the only thing piercing the stillness of the bush were the long fingers of afternoon sun and our 4WD on the dirt tracks that the boys know so well. Another excellent view and a bit of an adrenaline trip to boot.
The adrenaline kept on pumping with a series of air hockey, car racing and pinball challenges, but Jordan and Hunter were just too good for us and retained their champion status. That evening, with the grace and ease of a master chef, our hero host produced a Sunday roast that any Irish Mammy would be proud of.
On this, my third visit to Coffs Harbour, its magic was revealed to me and I fell a little bit in love with it. As the last stop on our 'Great Australian Road Trip', Coffs Harbour was bound to be a bit sad, but our host and his 'Joeys' made it a quite special.
So the lesson here is, if at first you don't succeed, try, try again, or just get a local to guide you.
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