East Gippsland 2003



Up the road yet again and out of Cann River, we zoomed up along the highway towards New South Wales. The roads on the Victorian side of the border had been pretty much clear of roadkill – at least I hadn’t noticed any. But I was able to count the number of dead animals along the road in New South Wales. It came to six within about fifteen minutes, making me think the guys in charge of clearing it up must be busy doing something else.

We arrived in Eden, and driving down the hill into the town could immediately see the sparkling waters of the Pacific Ocean. But first, lunch beckoned. After some mighty fine fish’n’chips, a swim in the ocean was in order. The tide was quite strong – as I walked in it nearly swept me off my feet. I could understand how in some circumstances, people get dragged out to sea, never to be seen again a la Harold Holt. There was a lifeguard on duty, though nobody was in any real danger. (It wasn’t until later that it was pointed out to me that sharks could be in the vicinity. Hmmm. I hadn’t thought of that.)

As we left the beach, a family were in the midst of a debate about beaches. From the sounds of it they had been at Merimbula Beach, and had on a whim decided to check out Eden. They drove 25-odd kilometres to get there, and as we walked past the dad was just deciding that Eden beach wasn’t so nice as Merimbula after all, and rather than enjoy it, they should head straight back again. I hope if I’m ever that stupid and sadistic someone slaps me silly.

I liked Eden’s beach. Okay so I haven’t seen Merimbula’s, but I really enjoyed myself there. The other great thing about Eden was that opposite the beach was a shower. Cold, but still a shower, and having a semi-proper wash for the first time in four days was something of a relief.

On the way back we made a detour via Mallacoota, which was another lovely spot. We walked around the caravan park, which contained lots of lobster-like red tanned roasting people, quietly sitting and sipping beer, then went to a nice cafe and stopped for some drinks before heading back to the camp.

By Daniel Bowen

Transport blogger / campaigner and spokesperson for the Public Transport Users Association / professional geek.
Bunurong land, Melbourne, Australia.
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