Yamba (Oct 6 - 8)

After a some friendly advice from a fellow camper, we left Byron Bay for Yamba, which is located on the tip of a river inlet. We arrived in the simple town while it was still daylight. Excited about our fresh veggies, we had drawn straws to see who would cook first. Tyler cooked a delicious stir fry the night before, and tonight was my turn, but I faced a dilemma as I had located a mediation class I wanted to attend. So being the adults we are, we split the task and both enjoyed our own mediation. Mine with a knowledgeable spiritual pagan priestess who had many hats including being the local astrologist. Whilst Tyler enjoyed his meditation - slicing, dicing and mashing our spices (garlic, chili, lemongrass, ginger) with a beer and his iPod. Perfect.

The caravan site was next to the ocean with a super view of the surrounding land. We didn't note this earlier, but we both found ourselves being drawn together by a beautiful sunset. So beautiful in fact that no words where spoken just acknowledgement of our blessing. We turned around in time to see a rainbow that will only be in our memories as it disappeared before we had chance to lift our cameras. We were in awe. Still our entertainment was not yet over as my favorite time of day, the violet hour, approached. Again, we found ourselves unable to leave, but luckily we were only a stone's throw away from our camp. Not to mention Tracy's Tantalising Soup awaited us, with Ty's finely chopped spices. We ended up replicating a very spicy soup with spinach, kangkung, we had in Indonesia.

My secret, naughty love of sweet stuff also began to take hold, and Tyler is reaping the benefits of my stored knowledge - old fashion toffees, crisps and ... fudge, which we enjoyed nightly with a tisane (herbal tea). Several aptly named vintage British toffee shops we have been lucky to locate.

We had one more day luckily, and we awoke with a wander around the town. We managed to bump into a famous English footballer who played for Crystal Palace and the Tottenham Hot Spurs - who the heck are they? ;-) english jk. I didn't ask his name and it was not given, but he had retired to aa island off Yamba. His grandson was to follow his dad and grandad's footsteps, but in Australia, not the UK. We picked up seafood mix on Tyler's insistence as it was after all his turn to cook again.

Later that afternoon, we decided to explore and get some exercise, so we set off for a run. A run like no other. As the sun set, we ran out to sea on the stone jetty on to rocks, back again along the beach, up through a grassy area overlooking a rocky cliff that reminded me of Silverdale, down to a private beach with a strange forgotten house and abandoned pool, through a forest, into town streets, and finally up a hill for fun. Oh so much fun, we felt like little children! When returned to our camp site, we cooked Ty's seafood curry...Yum!