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Sydney & The Royal National Park, NSW

Everyone dear to me in Sydney, met up at the Opera Bar (so named as it's right beneath the Opera House) on Friday night to celebrate (or mourn!) Cams departure to Melbourne. Drinks were clinked and laughs exchanged before people started to head off in their own directions.

An easy Saturday preceded my old travel pals arrival back in Sydney. We picked Nick and Lucy up from Sydney Kingsford airport, grabbed pizza and crashed out on a night where the clocks went back an hour. To take advantage of this, we headed out early the next morning South to the Royal National Park. I'd already been there before, but had yet to get out to the coast, apparantly some of the nicest parts in the park.

The four of us wandered along the chilled sands of Garie Beach and took in part of a surf comp before exploring a rock pool where thunderous waves pounded below us, rising high above the guys stood on the edges fishing. After we grabbed some snacks then headed onward to Wallamalah beach, something quite different to the one we had just seen. A peaceful lagoon backing on to what reminded me a little of the beach from 'The Beach' movie. In for what would probably be one of the final swims of the seasonal year, it was Summer extended for just another weekend. Blissful.

A cruisy drive home led to a cruisy couple of hours of doing not too much before I invited the gang over for a BBQ seeing off the weekend in perfect, if not slightly hectic style.