We made good progress in the morning; reaching Eurobodalla by mid-morning, and Bodalla around midday. They were quite similar towns, but Eurobodalla reminded me more of Europe than Bodalla for some reason.
South Coast Cheese and Potato Point
We were going to stop in Bodalla for lunch, but then read about the South Coast Cheese just outside town. It sounded good, so we continued on to that, and were relieved to find that what we read was not literary nonsense. We picked up some right cheesy bargains at the factory shop; and I mean cheesy as in food rather than an inauthentic item.
We couldn’t wait to reach Potato Point after that, and had no trouble finding it, after following directions cut into pointing potatoes.
Reaching the East Coast at Potato Point
The Tasman Sea grew bigger and bigger as we approached the east coast; and washed over us like a giant wet towel after we all jumped in upon arrival.
We had reached the east coast after many months of travelling. I thought of Bonzo, and how he would no doubt have loved the refreshing relief of the neverending waves. But he was in a happy place.
After an hour or three,
we had a tea fit for King Eddie,
and Queen Eloise,
of potatoes and cheese.