If spontaneity had a visual mood board it would be this. It all started when the three of us were sitting outside Paddington library eating Messina ice-cream and over priced confectionary bought from the convenience store (which wasn't very convenient at all), mulling over our boredom of Sydney. What is there to do in Sydney besides eat Messina every afternoon we wondered? Then someone, no one can really recall who, suggested a road trip. A road trip we exclaimed, but where too? Byron Bay? Nah thats too far, maybe somewhere close like Newcastle. Newcastle was a safe, realistic achievable place to head too. And so we agreed and made haste arrangements to drive off the following week.
Fast forward a week later and we are in our little car in a freak thunderstorm driving out of Sydney. Doubt entered our minds, should we head back? The torrent of rain provided no visibility and our driver, Lucia, confessed to having poor eye sight. I said my prayers.
Luckily, being really close with God, he answered my prayers and we only had to endure the freak storm for an hour before it settled into a light drizzle. In no time we were in Newcastle. And there we sat in the car wondering, what the hell is there to do in Newcastle? We called locals, went on TripAdvisor, searched on Google, and really there was absolutely nothing to do.
So funny enough we just decided to keep driving north. And we pretty much hit Byron Bay even though we originally were against driving so far. It was an amazing experience, we explored National Parks, went riding on camels and woke up to watch the sunrise over the beach.
