I’ve read a few blogs and often find that entries can be long winded, self indulgent and /or written by women who wish they were called Carrie and lived in New York. But there are many benefits to writing a blog; the main and most important one is being able to let those people who care about Martin and I keep up to date with our whereabouts. The second reason is wanting to bottle just a little bit of this once in a life time, 12 month holiday.

So I’ll attempt to refrain from rabbiting on too much and keep it punchy (postcard length) instead.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

When a night is so bad, it's good!


Port Macquarie is a pretty little town half way between Byron Bay and Sydney.  Having read about the stunning beaches and Koala hospital in my 2002 Australian Lonely planet, it seemed like a good location to pitch our tent for a night.

However, what we hadn’t been prepared for was our hilarious Friday night out on the town!

We started off having dinner in a tapas restaurant, which has got to be next in line for Ramsey’s Kitchen Nightmares...

First was the live entertainment – a singer / guitarist who covered the most inappropriate songs for a Spanish restaurant including  - Eye of the Tiger and Gloria Gayners ‘I will survive’- all sung out of tune!
Guitarist in far right hand corner.  Take note of the very
 bright lights in the restaurant! 
The restaurant manager clapped extra loud at the end of every song, in the dazzling restaurant. The rose seller, huge portion sizes (e.g. bread and olives = a loaf of bread and a whole jar of olives), plus the makeshift bar in the corner of the room all added to the comedy.

Next was a visit to a local bar- A cross between a conservatory found in an old people’s home and Wetherspoons, with music.

Last stop was the Ritz cinema, which hadn’t received a lick of paint since 1982.  The refreshments counter still had Halloween decorations up – not sure if these were left over from Halloween (a month ago) or stay up permanently.

Martin insisted we reserved tickets – after all a 9.30pm showing on a Friday night was bound to be busy, wasn’t it?
Apparently not.

We retired to our piece of nylon and semi-inflated airbed feeling full and totally bemused by Port Macquarie.

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