Trial Bay

Ern: “This is so relaxing. The sound of the ocean. The sea breeze in my hair...”

Daph: “... in your hair?!”

Ern’s bald patch loves Trial Bay Gaol campground.

The Kombi has a prime position, overlooking Trial Bay, with a sunset view from the back window. The Kombi looks at home in this stunning setting. The Gaol is well worth a visit, with so much interesting history surrounded by nature’s beauty, and views of whales and dolphins swimming in the ocean. Daph thinks that if she had to be incarcerated, this is where she’d choose to get locked up.

Daph’s navigation skills are just as ropey when following local maps of bushwalks...

Daph: *Pointing past the “DANGER. FALLING ROCKS” sign, towards a pathway, “I think it’s down here.”

Daph insists the sign is not referring to the pathway ahead and suggests it is meant for the other path to the left, down to the rocky beach front. The sign is set at an ambiguous jaunty angle (probably caused by falling rocks).

Despite Ern’s flip-flops breaking early on, his barefoot status didn’t deter Daph any more than the warning sign did. Daph strides on, with Ern following tentatively.

The walk was ridiculously beautiful. The tropical foliage and ocean views made Daph feel like they were stranded on a treasure island. The large mounds of fallen rocks that had to be navigated didn’t stifle Daph’s carefree spirit as she bounded over the obstacles, feeling very much alive. Ern battled on, the unpredictable landscape making the walk only slightly more treacherous than the lack of footwear already had.

The walk ended abruptly when the fallen rocks were too hard to climb over (it seems the “Danger” sign WAS pointing down here after all) and when a killer kangaroo stood tall on his hind legs and said “What the f**k are you guys doing here? Did you not read the sign?!”