Day 5 - Yamba to Coff's Harbour

Yeahaaa another day from heaven and hell. the morning was great - no wind, sun coming up over the horizon, oily sea, 2 shark sightings and Keggsy was on good form playing a classic mix of indie hits for the first 3 hours. we had a perfect beach landing and coffee break at Bare Bluff then got back into the kayak. Idyllic. We'd been expecting a southerly change but not so early in the day and just as we got off the beach, i felt the breeze pushing the tip of my hat down into my face. Great...it got stronger. Four hours of muscle and ligament grinding later, having struggled straight into this head-on wind and chop, I was tired, my wrist was killing, I'd been in and out of black thoughts 4 or 5 times already...and in my mind, it was all Scott's fault! That's what I've discovered happens when you're under massive physical stress and tired, you blame the nearest living thing near to you, and after 8 hours paddling, that's the other person in your kayak...and they're not going anywhere. Hee hee. What fun. I think Scott was about ready to hit me round the head with the paddle. As soon as you're safe and out of the wind, the mood totally changes the music gets turned up and it's all good fun and laughs again. After 8 1/2 houres, we eventually got into Coff's Habour entrance, which was like a washing machine, and had a camera crew from channel 9 NBN plus Coff's Habour Advocate photographer waiting on the beach. We're in The Tropic Oasis in the sun now sitting by the pool on our Xmas Day off. Mr and Mrs Timbrell have arrived and brought stacks of food and presents. Legends. Happy Christmas everyone. ROB