So, here I am at Coffs Harbour, yet again, nursing a delicate stomach. Hopefully, this discomfort will be very short lived; I hope I do not invent the saying “mal de train”! The hotel my travel agent arranged is most luxurious, taking the form of a group of chalets in several acres of subtropical gardens leading down to the sea. The bath was large enough to wash a car in, with side jets, and I didn’t think, “now was a suitable time to post a selfie!” The light and airy breakfast room looks out onto what I assume is the southern extreme of the Pacific Ocean. It’s a great pity I couldn’t arrive during daylight last night; this is obviously a delightful place to stay, and I suspect, hugely expensive. The chef has agreed, very kindly to prepare me some porridge, which, instinct tells me should help. The journey to Brisbane is around 7 hours, by train and bus. Again, I have to be at the station an hour before departure. Coffs Harbour station is more like a staffed version of Chapel En Le Frith, with little to occupy oneself with. While very hot out there, a wonderful cool breeze is most therapeutic. I was less than impressed, when I arrived last night, that my chalet is a fair walk from Reception, necessitating the use of a buggy. The hotel has agreed to an extra hour to vacate my accommodation. Irritatingly, going to the town of Coffs Harbour itself seems to be discouraged; I need to offload stuff I would rather not drag all around the world with me.
14.00hrs. Well, I did become unwell. The hotel were brilliant and let me “sleep it off” in a vacant room. The taxi is booked for 14.30, so that I can acquire appropriate medication for all this travel yet to come. I think (hope) the worst is over and I can return to the business of continuing my “travelogue”.
Best wishes, a rather pale David!
David's Cruise 