We were both fairly tired just coming out of a year of school, but we were both charged with the thought of 12 days at the beach with no hierarchal figure, apart for the decisions that Mother Nature would place upon us with regards to the weather.

I loaded the Suby with clothes, a tent and other things that would keep me alive on the journey, and before we knew it we were rolling out of the front gate, clear headed with only a bitumen maze ahead of us. Our journey had begun.

Two hours into the journey, after a lengthy conversation on what we were going to do, we ran into, or almost ran into, our first incident on the trip. We were driving through Penrith and a tricky intersection blessed us with its presence. Gaz asked me if we were clear to turn, and without even looking I murmured, “Just go u fag”, as I fiddled with the CD player.

A split second later, a blue sported-up Ford Focus

On the eve of the trip home, I sat on top of the Treachery Beach headland with some of our newfound friends, including two German backpackers and a few people from Bulahdelah, reflecting on my journey.

We headed out of Penrith and travelled along the M4 arguing about the exit to the North Coast, which fortunately, I was positive about. Before we knew it, we found ourselves hurtling down the Pacific Highway, but unfortunately in horrendous conditions.

We came closer and closer to Seal Rocks and the anticipation was continually growing until we rolled around the corner on top of a mountain, revealing Seal Rocks below. It was like a huge amphitheatre. We were there.

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