Loves Bay

Today I started out on the road early but once I found Seven Mile Beach National Park I never looked back. Gerroa, Gerringong, coastal towns and then along the coast walk. Tonight I'm camping at Loves Bay.

Letter :

On my way out of Gerringong I noticed a sign that suggested a more scenic and pedestrian friendly leg. I'm ready to take the Kiama Coastal Walk.

This morning I had to take a dip in the ocean and walk along another deserted beach. Maybe this could get boring if I do it too often. I took the risk on Seven Mile Beach National Park.

Recently I've been picking up the loose change along the swaggie lane. I should first explain the 'swaggie lane'. Well, you've got the regular white lines that the mainstream of traffic have to stay between, so anything outside those lines is considered 'swaggie lane'. Cyclists call this the 'shoulder' because the need it to cry on when the traffic gets too much for them.

Now that we're more familiar with the terminology I can tell you how I'm perplexed by there being token amounts of money at irregular intervals along the lane. All I can assume is that the car people get so bored with always driving between lines that they go a little mental. They start going through the CDs they never play, the rubbish at their feet and the spare change in their ashtray which has probably been there since toll gates and parking meters accepted ones and two cent pieces, and toss them out the window, landing smack in the middle of the swaggie lane.

I don't really understand the car people but I keep telling myself I've made my peace with them. After all, if staying between the lines is all they know and are comfortable with, then I'd reserve my right to go a bit mental too!

I'll never become rich from picking up change. I probably would earn about as much as a busker who people pay to stop playing. If I persist then I could one day save up enough to buy a dash of whiskey.
If people keep stopping by the road to give me money I'll have to start a charity shop. Oops! I should be careful what I joke about ... that's how I became a swaggie.

Each time I discover an alternative route to get to where I want to go I'm convinced that it's a shortcut or a well worthwhile path. The Kiama Coastal Walk is both, for definite sure. It's just a matter of getting out there.