9. The Cursed Campsite

Byron Bay dissolved behind us in a dreary blanket of rain as we chugged along the Pacific Highway towards the warm haze of sunshine emanating from the city of Gold Coast. We crossed the state border, missing the sign that heralded our arrival into Queensland and agreed it was time to find a campsite to…

6. Pirate Possums at Pebbly Beach

We navigated our way blindly in the dark towards the Pebbly Beach campground. This was a struggle. The campsite was nestled in the heart of an overgrown forest, surrounded by the hefty caravans and 4 wheel drives of other campers. Our challenge was to weave Jenny’s bulky body around the intricate path of trees and…

5. Coff’s Harbour

Rustling out the creases of the map, we studied our next move, trailing our gaze along the Pacific Highway. It wasn’t too long before we realised that most roads in Australia follow very simple and straightforward rules: merge onto the highway and put your foot down. The perpetually long roads may not appeal to the restless,…

4. Buladelah to Myall Lakes

The next morning, we continued our drive to Myall Lakes. We passed a number of luminous road signs warning of the dangers of koala bears and kangaroos that could spring out at any given moment. We were definitely not in Britain any more. We found a chance to pull over and snap a few Instagram-worthy…

3. First Night in Hotel Jenny

Excitedly glancing down at the map that we later stashed behind the sun visor, and punching in our desired destination to Google maps on our phones, the engine rumbled into life and we were off… to a beautiful and highly recommended National Park called Myall Lakes which rested 250km away. The journey would take us…