1770 and Agnes Waters

Well what a little find this was! We 'stumbled' across the secret of the isolated towns of 1770 and Agnes Waters and had the most peaceful time enjoying the tropical bush and beautiful beaches!

We stayed at a fabulous backpackers called Southern Cross (although Keith kept referring to it as Southfork!) What about that for backpackers accommodation eh! No 'roughing' it here.


There was even a meditation area where you could chill just listening to the chimes and the swaying of the palm trees!








The bikes however were not up to the same standard as the resort and we had an 'interesting ' ride to the beach. Keith was riding a bit of a wreck and he could only manage to salvage one brake! I was riding a bike suitable for a eight/ten year old although Keith had managed to fix both brakes before we went. The gears were rusted 'stuck' so I could only cycle in a low gear which meant that I whinged just about the whole way there!!

As a reward for all that fruitless pedalling we decided to rent a 'proper' bike the next day. We joined a tour - called Scooter Roo, of mechanical 'choppers' and scooters and toured the town. As Keith had ridden a bike before he ended up with a 300cc which he loved and spent the afternoon reliving his youth and the days of his old Yamaha!

We saw our first 'real life' kangaroos here, there were loads of them just lazing around 'eyeing' up the crowds.

Born to be wild eh! Not to bad and with no hint of a motorbike licence!

The finale of the day was watching the sunset with a tray of potato wedges in one hand and a sweet cider in the other! Keith is still watching his weight and on rations so he allowed himself a glass of water!!