Sam, Louis
and me went on Sunday from Sydney straight to Palm Beach. There we spent 24h playing “home and away” on the beach waiting for Johnny and Maxime who followed a day
later. Unfortunately Louis had been to greedy with his sunscreen and made it
difficult for us to see the difference between him and a red lobster. The next week
he found it hard getting sleep and found out how it was to be a snake
changing skin. On palm beach we
tried my aldi-6$ kite and did some bodysurfing.
The next day we continued the road singing every classic Samson en Gert song (my soundsystem is from the 80's) until we arrived in a small National Park in Port Macquirie or Coffs Harbour: I don't remember. Before the dark we had a walk in the park with too many mosquitos and giant insects making an incredible loud lovesong. We swom in a warm lagoon just in front of the ocean to end the day in van playing shithole.
