Day 106 – White sands

I could have slept all day but check out time demanded we get up and going. Headed back the way we came we stopped off Batemans Bay for another round of mini golf; I won by one shot again to make the score 4-3. Tom takes the title overall as we spotted no others on the way back.

Before leaving Batemans Bay we stopped to take a walk over the lift bridge. From the middle you get a view that says “paradise” in your head of the blue water estuary leading out to a group of islands in the middle of the bay.

Being a bit too early to for lunch we picked a point about an hour away to stop, Warden Head Lighthouse. Only a few minutes from the main road the peninsular that the lighthouse sits on is described as a good whale watching point but we’re out of season so no joy.

With time still on our sides we surveyed the maps and headed for the picturesque town of Huskinsson in Jervis Bay. The bay is large but the entrance through the headlands quite small and the town looks out upon them. At the water’s edge a the bay fills your view ending in a spit of land but its beach is empty as the narrow river entrance blocks the way.

feeling the need to relax we continued round the bay to Hayams Beach, listed as having the world’s whitest sands. Not sure if the claim is widely accepted but I can say that the sand is pretty damn white also really fine, like grains of salt. I took myself off for a run and found it to be one of the most beautiful places to do so, only the beach on Isabella in the Galapagos tops it. After that I went of a swim and relaxed with a book whilst listening to the waves.

For the remainder of the journey to Wollongong we followed parts of the Pacific Coastal highway scenic route, starting from Nowra. Highlights were the views out to sea, the horizon was flat and formed the crispest line I’ve ever seen between sea and sky. One quick detour in a town called Kiama led us to a volcanic formation that created a blow hole as the sea came in.

Arriving at dusk in Wollongong we had a bit of fun finding the hostel; the police gave us wrong directions and the YHA wasn’t on the street it listed on the web. Still it was  a decent place for a stop over. Not much to report on Wollongong, its a large town with not much going on unless you like  drinking.

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