After saying “are we there yet” every half hour on the freeway, we pulled in to the driveway of someone’s house at Huskisson. Mark looked down at his phone and said, “Just looking for the directions.” I just assumed we had at least another hour in the car…
Until I saw a man walk out from the front gate of the house, waving a set of keys, with a huge smile on his face, “You must be Mark, and Milly!” He said, handing the keys to Mark.
At this point I’d realised this was where we’d be staying for the next two nights. And boy was I pleased.
We pushed the heavy Asian-inspired wooden door open, to find a beautiful garden, that could only be likened to wandering through Indonesia.
The outdoor living area had timer slats around the garden for extra privacy, and a hammock.
I’d spent the entire car trip expecting us to turn up to a hotel, where we’d just have a little room to ourselves.
Nope.
This place had it’s own little kitchen, a TV, a bathroom, and a bathroom – all inside a funky granny flat.
Just two streets back from the main strip, we walked to the shops and grabbed some groceries and grog, and headed back to our little home to play dominoes and watch whatever was on the box.
Hyams Beach
In the morning, we made bacon and egg rolls for breaky, and headed down the road to Hyams Beach. If you’re not familiar, this beach has some of the whitest sand in the world.
The waves were serious dumpers, towering above my head before crashing over me and tumbling me back to shore.
Which reminds me of beach trips with Dad when I was younger:
DAD: Milly, swim out to me.
*Giant wave rolls toward 6 year old girl*
MILLY: I’ve got this.
*Starts swimming out to Dad. Gets tumble-dryed by wave*
A few slops of suncream, two take-away burgers and a beer later – we’re back at the room swinging in the hammock.
The Huskisson Pub serves up good grub, if you’re in the area – give it a try!
On our way back, we took the long way home, stopping off at Beecroft Peninsula, and Berry for a nice warm meat pie.
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