We loved Cape Conrad - left it thinking we would find another like it, but alas we didn’t. We continued travelling south down the coast to Lakes Entrance....it was not what we expected - it obviously caters for the tourist - reminding me of the English ‘seaside’ towns. Mini golf, shell museums, lots of motels and caravan parks that looked like sardine cans....we kept driving.
Taking a ‘tourist’ route, we drove along the lake foreshores - down off the main road to places like Nyerimilang and Metung. The sign into Metung read ‘Drive carefully, enjoy the view”. As we wound down to the waters edge and saw the yachts and boats moored, it became obvious that is was like a ‘Palm Beach’ of the lakes - Mercedes, Audis and more lined the street car parks. It looked gorgeous - a little gem off the beaten path. We continued on to find accomodation in Johnsonville at the end of the day.
We left in the morning to take the back road to Sale, driving through country that looked similar to the Central west. It went from sheep to lush dairy cattle, to beef cattle within 30 minutes of each other.
Visiting Sale for a few supplies, we continued down to the the sweetly names ‘Seaspray’. It was past lunch time and we decided to visit the one shop for fish and chips. The shop is the post office, the liquor store, the DVD Store, the takeaway, the bait store and essential supermarket supplies. They cooked a couple of mean flathead tails and chips for us. As we were waiting, a couple walked in...asking ‘Do you use chicken salt’. The shop owner, in John Cleese style, answered “we have salt, chicken salt, garlic salt....”. The man who asked the question then got shirty and said “I have a severe allergy to chicken salt, can you cook without it and without any contamination..”. V1 and I were listening to this...we expected a Seinfeld soup nazi response, but the owner pulled it in. Within a heartbeat, the partner then of the chicken salt man, asked whether there were any vegan options. (The menu was burgers, fish, souvlaki...!). We expected apoplexy...collecting our order and making a very fast exit before it all exploded.
We turned left...and made our way up the very narrow archipelago like strip of land...to Paradise beach. Passing old fashioned fibro beach shacks...one of the few places they seem to still exist.
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90 Mile Beach really is 90 miles....and sparsely populated....lone footprints...
And the sea shanty’s are to die for...a blast from the past
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And, I’m in my happy place...
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