Heading inland

I had to break with my rule of sticking to the coast because it was flooded and the road was washed away. Just a minor inconvenience! So Batemans Bay was not to be on this trip.
I was advised to head up through Cooma. I made it to Bega where the river had cut the town in two but managed to follow some dodgy detour signs and found the road I needed.
It was so pretty, with rolling hills and farmland. It was a good road and by the time I reached Cooma, there were Akubras in evidence on the main street, and I realised I was in Snowy country.
I plugged on though and made it to Goulburn and stayed the night in the tent again. Kangaroos jumped behing my tent in the morning and into the bush.
Then onto Kiama through Moss vale. That was more beautiful countryside. Wineries and horsey properties abounded. A view to the east showed the coast in the distance and I was a long way up a hill. The drive down was another twisty turny and scary one. Just because it was a narrow road didnt stop trucks and buses from using it.
Plus the locals who have to drive down as fast as they can ignoring blind corners.
I just wanted to look at the tall trees and the palms growing under them, alongside tree ferns again.
By the time I reached the bottom of the hill I looked back on a sheer rock cliff. So how a road came down that is anyones guess.
Kiama was just stunning. Little rocky bay and grand ocean views with the town sitting right there amongst it all, but of course frantically busy.

I headed north up the coast a way to the Sea cliff bridge which hangs out ove the cliff north of Wollongong. I drove over it and then walked ove it as well for good measure. The road wound along the cliff as so many do around here. Rocks up the cliff and rocks in the water!

I wanted to get around Sydney and it was really worrying me but had had some good advise from the information centres on the way so set out with instructions in hand and proceeded to get lost in Liverpool and paid 2 tolls and the M5 that I didnt want to be on, got instructions from an Indian man ina servo and got lost again and finally found the elusive M7.
I was so relieved I didnt want to get off and just kept driving til I reached Newcastle. Now that was busy. I didnt have a clue where I was and left it to the satnav which couldnt shut up.
Then of course there were only caravan parks 30m minutes away and being 6pm by then I was stuffed.And you should see the on site van i scored