The Pub at Orbost |
We arrived in Bairnsdale after a lovely drive via Orbost, where we stopped for lunch. Orbost is on the banks of the Snowy River, and is steeped in the history of the timber industry, never more evident than in the architecture of the town. Check out the verandah at the local pub. We have put Orbost on our list of places to come back to, and spend some time, as the caravan park looks lovely, along the banks of the Snowy River.
Our caravan park at Bairnsdale, is the Mitchell Gardens Holiday Park. It couldn't be better. It is small, lined with gorgeous oak trees that are changing colour, is right on the banks of the Mitchell River, and only 500 metres from the main shopping district. It is home for 2 weeks, as we wait out the school holidays and Easter.
Bairnsdale itself, is a much bigger town than we had expected, and has all the services, which has been a great benefit to us, as we had some electrical problems with the van, and have been able to get them all sorted out. Minor problems with our hot water unit, and an outside light fitting, have led to blowing out all the 12 volt system, and a simple change of the hot water anode, resulted in the entire 240 volt system shorting out. Still, thanks to the prompt service of John & Leigh from John Edwards Caravan Repairs, we were back to normal within 48 hours. Thanks guys. We'll tell all the caravanners we meet about your fantastic service! But more importantly, the food scene here is great, both with fresh produce, and eating out! Plus it has some real shops, which Carol has been exploring in her spare time.
On arrival, we were again reminded of our small world, when our neighbors asked us if we had been at Kangaroo Valley in January. They remembered our van, and we remembered their dog and bird!
The Lakes Entrance |
The area of the lakes is enormous, and if the coast is not your scene, it is the eastern gateway to the Victorian Snowfields, only an hour & a half away. The lakes district has a number of centres. Lakes Entrance, as its name implies, is the only sea entrance to the lake system. It is the commercial centre of the fishing industry, and you can, and we did, buy some great fresh seafood direct from the trawlers. How civilised! We even tried Duck Fish, a local fish that looks like Plucka Duck, and tasted great. Eating seafood this Easter is not going to be a problem!
Thunderbird - Big one at the back |
Canal living at Paynesville |
Mum with babies |
The Silt Jetties |
The Pub at Metung |
The Golden Oldies |
So having seen the lake towns, we decided to take a drive into the mountains, and headed for Omeo (No mio). What a drive! We drove for about 100 kilometres, through the Tambo River Valley, first through the forest region, and then through the fertile valley, all the time following the Tambo River. Spectacular scenery all the way. When we arrived in Omeo, and opened the door to get out and have a look around, we immediately knew we were underdressed. We were the only ones in shorts and T-Shirts. We had climbed a few hundred metres up the mountain, and the temperature had dropped about 10 degrees! We decided to have a coffee and cake on the verandah of a cute looking cafe. We had April in tow, so couldn't go inside by the warm fire. Coffee and cake in 74 seconds! A new record! We raced back to the car and cranked up the heater. Holy moly it was cold!
Bats in Bairnsdale |
Back in Bairnsdale, we have been doing the sites. We found out that along the river front they have a serious Bat (flying fox) problem. The noise and the smell was incredible. The poor people who live nearby must be driven crazy with the incessant squawking, and that smell! When I stopped to take a photo, a guy walking past says to me "shame it isn't a machine gun", as I pointed my camera. I guess that sums up the local sentiment.
We are here for a few more days, heading off again on Anzac Day. So John will celebrate his 60th Birthday in Bairnsdale. Carol has booked a table at the River Grill Restaurant, a short walk away, so we will enjoy a lovely lunch living our dream on the road.
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