Nelson's Bay retirement community
After getting a somewhat late start, we kept the train rolling down the tracks. The road we were traveling leads us through several smallish country towns along the way, and we stopped for a bit at one such town — Port Macquerie.
The Port is a seemingly good town, again right on the beach and with a population of about 20,000 people. We spent about an hour in the Port, meandering down the coastline and looking through various shops.
We decided on grabbing a meat pie for lunch, and we went to a local pie shop fairly close to the beach. It was a good choice, the pies were delicious and Brian and Ken found themselves enjoying their first Aussie pie.
At the counter of the shop, I happened to get my wallet out and leave it right on the counter. A few minutes after walking away, the owner of the stand brought my wallet back to me, which was fantastic. Had he not, it would have been one heck of a long trip back to that stand to get it back.
We asked the person who had returned my wallet where we should stay at for the night. On his advice, after taking in a few shops and buying some odds and ends, we headed back down the coast towards the city of Forester.
On the way out of town, we happened to see a stop off for a lighthouse just a few kilometers of our road. We turned around and headed back out on a small country road and found ourselves on one of the most scenic and beautiful areas of our trip. We took a lot of pictures, enjoyed the views, but spent only a few minutes, because we had to move on to our destination for the night.
When we arrived in Forester, we found it rather underwhelming and made the uniformed decision to try to go down the coast a bit more to the area of Nelson's Bay — an area with a large population that would surely have something cool going on over a Wednesday night.
How wrong we were.
We drove until dusk and still found ourselves several miles from Nelson's Bay. When we finally arrived at the exit for the Bay, we took it, then promptly drove for another 40 minutes off the main highway towards our destination.
Finally, after driving for what seemed like an eternity, we arrived at our destination. It was... interesting. We stopped at a small motor inn, and inquired about a room. When I asked if there was a bar that was open fairly late, I got an incredibly odd look. It should have been obvious at that point, but as if it wasn't, we attempted to go grab a beer at gasp 10:00 pm.
There was only one bar open, and there were about 10 people in it. After about 30 minutes of sitting around, a Canadian guy came up to us to have a go at us for being American. This was highly annoying, and we left quite soon, so we could get away from him. As we were dealing with the Canadian guy, we happened to notice an Aussie boxing match on television. An Aussie boxer just absolutely demolished a Canadian boxer within about 30 seconds of starting the fight. I think I saw the Canadian fighter crying after the match. It was a fitting end to the night, we retired for the evening, and again turned in early for a fairly uneventful night.