Good afternoon everyone!

We got a nice long sleep last night and a nice late breakfast this morning. We ended up making some plans for when we get to Sydney tomorrow. Decided what to see on what days and where to stay until we need to turn in the campervan. After that we read some of the responses on the blog and decided to head off.

A woman's voice was looming in the winds. It came from far far away and told of magical and mysterious places. It is how we heard of 'Squeaky Beach'. We decided to set out with our humble chariot (read: fat campervan) to find this dream area. But we only had a single clue: Booti Booti Hill.

A perilous journey, one not to take lightly. We reached Booti Booti Hill (Cape Hawke Lookout) after a quick voyage through the beautiful place known as Forster. Here we faced a dangerous climb to the top, one only for the toughest and bravest of men! The trees grew in an arc over the never-ending pathway and hid every bit of the sky from us. There were dragons on the path, but we just stepped over them.

After what seemed to be an eternity we had reached the top. Hoping to find a clue for Squeaky Beach we looked around. We had a great view of the entire area and noticed a bay where our destination might be so we descended back to the place we left our chariot and went towards what we hoped to be the promised land!

On good luck we went left - right - left and so on and found a nice vantage point up on a cliff, overlooking the great Forster. A small path lead along the edges of the cliff through the bushes and ended up on a giant sand dune next to the One-Mile-Beach. The sun, which had been our noble companion for the day, turned into a treacherous enemy as it shone it's furious light upon us. We stomped around quickly hoping for a Squeak but there was complete silence. We were wrong and had to get back fast for a wee drink...

Getting back on our chariot, heading downwards again we knew our quest was reaching a dead end... We needed to calm down and get our thoughts straight. We decided to go for a lunch but the locals didn't want us to find their treasure beach so they wouldn't cooperate! (It was 15:30, all the kitchens in the restaurants were closed). We finally found a bakery who would sell us some pies for a couple of gold coins.

We took the pies with us and crossed the bridge to Tuncurry to find a spot to eat, and think. We just continued without any logical direction until we ended up on some sort of sand bank with a lot of grass around it. We ate our pies and decided to take a walk and clear our heads.

A small sandy path lead down to a beach where the local inhabitants walked their animal pets (dogs) and from here we had a great view of Forster again, only from a different angle. We sat down on the grass at the edge of the beach until I moved closer to the sea. What I heard was phenomenal! Squeak, Squeak, Squeak. We had found what we were looking for!

After looking around and joyfully stomping around in the sand we went back into town to collect our treasure: Tooheys proud new brew, provided by the local liquor store. Then we went back to our camp site to celebrate!

We'll get some food at the snack bar around the corner in a few minutes and upload all the wonderful ‘magical images' we made before calling it an early night. Tomorrow we'll set out for Sydney and spend the last of our time in Australia there.

Jeremy

P.S. Forster is one of the most beautiful places we've seen so far. Good tip Harry. Thanks for the quest Dorothy!

P.P.S. We're sitting beneath a big tree for some shade. The downside to this is that the birds are dropping ‘stuff' on us..