|A sign (?) for me on a walk to a lighthouse in Newcastle, NSW|
|A rat?! Yes, there is vermin out there alright, trust me|
|2016? Need a new castle?|
My Observations of Time and Space in Port Macquarie
that I decided to check out an Australian town that I have bypassed on my last two road-trips, Newcastle.
|Newcastle's East End and Hunter Street|
""The Newcastle Song" was a 1975 hit for musician and comedian Bob Hudson. It poked fun at the working-class youth culture of the City of Newcastle in NSW."
|Well, I like to think old school is cool anyway|
|Overlooking Nobby's Beach in Newcastle to a tanker on the horizon|
|A weird Newcastle building. Tower of Babel? Bloody big flower pot?|
And with the rent being bumped up when I have to sign my new lease, it's time for me to move once more before the year is out, so I feel rather like those people on the above #16 tarot card tumbling out of their castle/tower.
|Speaking of landlords bumping up the rent when they think they have you|
After my walk out to the lighthouse I can easily believe that one.
Funny thing is that I have never seen a live rat ever before in my life, apart from people with pet rats.
I've seen plenty of mice running around in my life, but never a rat, until my walk on the beach in Newcastle.
|A blue tongue lizard deciding to take a walk, as well.|
I wondered why so many people taking this walk were wearing hoodies with the hoods up.
I thought that maybe it was just a Newcastle fashion thing, until I got the the point in the walk pictured above and got blasted by shifting sands and high winds, just like the sign advised.
I had to remove the hat off my head and cover the left side of my face as I walked out to the lighthouse in order to stop the stinging sand hitting that side of my head.
I looked back to Fort Scratchley and couldn't believe how far I had walked, but when I looked to the lighthouse I couldn't believe how far I still had to walk.
I thought to myself that this lighthouse better be worth the walk when I get to it.
And while it was a fairly pleasant walk looking out at the choppy harbour and reading a bit of Newcastle history along the way
when I finally reached the lighthouse I found a sign on the gate telling me that it's only open on Sundays.
I noticed that the path continued on around the back of the lighthouse, so I went to take a look and see where it led me.
Then I saw this warning sign below.
The beach at the back of this lighthouse is fantastic and the best one I came across in my few hours in Newcastle that day.
But don't go sunbathing too close to those cliffs.
The path continued on well past the lighthouse though and I thought I could see something at the end of it that may be worth a look, so out I walked.
And out there I came across some fantastic artworks.
I particularly liked this artwork and that spiral pattern on the bottle reminded me of another drink container I saw once in a movie -
The Secret of 'The Revenant'
And just to prove to me that it's the journey that's more important than the destination, when I got to my destination, it was locked.
Probably good that I didn't know the lighthouse was closed and this thing above was locked, because I probably wouldn't have bothered taking this walk and I would have missed some great art...and a live rat.
And I've never seen tracks in the sand quite like I did on this walk in Newcastle.
|On the right track?|
My ship would come in on October 2nd, unbeknownst to me at the time, when the destination was as satisfying as my journeys, when my football team would win the grand final for the first time and I would come face to face with one of Newcastle's favourite sons, Andrew "Joey"Johns, while celebrating the win in the stands with other Shark supporters.
|Me and my youngest son after the Sharks had won the 2016 grand final|
|Andrew Johns following Jim Maloney around after the win|
|My ship finally coming in after years of feeling marooned;-)|
|My ex-cousin-in-law winning a Newcastle jersey in Brisbane|
|A sign of victory at Allianz stadium Friday night?|
|Sitting in my seat on Friday hoping for a happy birthday that night|
When I got to Sydney that afternoon I was glad I took the time to visit Newcastle and "didn't let the chance go by".
|Looking out from my motel room in Sydney on Thursday afternoon|
Cirque du Solei, Hermeticism, Kooza and Shamanism
I knew when I scored tickets to the new Cirque Du Soleil show at the last minute, which was playing behind the football stadium I would be sitting in the next night, that I was on a magical journey...or at least magical road-trip;-)