We woke slightly later than yesterday but still vey early, trying to pack everything with Kelsie and Ethan jumping from bed to bed and generally making a mess of everything.

Downstairs the Rav was covered in bird crap as the only street parking was under a tree.

We decided not to walk to the lighthouse as it was windy, the kids were hungry and Mum was cranky.

So the safe option was hotcakes at McDonald’s… but was it really. McDonald’s don’t even pretend to have registers to order from any more. The order kiosk was faulty and took far too long to order. The hotcakes arrived with one set of cutlery between two kids. Mums toasty was wrong and Dads coffee was as week as the gum holding Ethan’s tooth in. Getting out for Lunch it nearly flew across the car park.

A man arrived to ‘repair’ the kiosks. He proceeded to pry the clear personal shield off the side with a screwdriver. Breaking the shield in the process. It takes me back to the time when a highly paid roller door technician fixed a Safeway roller door with a sledgehammer.

I was expecting to need to find a car wash to clean the crap of the Rav until we drove into a tropical shower and in less than two minutes it was cleaner than when we left Melbourne. Winning!

Not long after we had our first “are we there yet” oh well. Let’s play spot the town distance marker. That’s great dad. One marker in 50km isn’t much fun. What happened to markers every 5km?

Mum has held it together seeing all the native animals on the side of the road, but hearing that Mitch Wallace is leaving the bulldogs broke her and she was inconsolable for at least 40km.

Much to Kelsies joy we got to visit the Big Banana. Lots of fun but a lot of walking. After 3 days on the road we weren’t ready for the cardio. Ethan needed to go to the bathroom on hole 6 of mini golf and Dad and He left Mum and Kelsie on the course for a good 10 min in the rain. At least it was warm.

We decided to go to the bowls club for dinner. It’s 150m down the road from our motel. It’s quite balmy so with raincoats and umbrellas we figure the walk in a little rain will be fine. WRONG. Half way there Ethan slips, lands in the gutter and is drenched from the waste down.

Back to the motel to change, this time we drive back. But Kelsies seatbelt won’t click in. after much under the breath cursing, Kelsie is secure. It would have been quicker to walk there.

Ethan and Kelsie have for the whole day been in a cycle of I’m hungry, Im full. But never actually eating enough the prevent or justify the complaint. dinner was just the same.

Dad investigates the seatbelt issue after the kids go down to bed and there is a sticker stuck in the mechanism that has to be dug out with a pair of scissors. Back at the room Mum is lying next to Ethan who’s freaked out over a spider. The spider is smaller than an ant!

It’s 8pm on a Monday night in Coffs Harbour and the hoons are doing burnouts on Ocean Parade.

Tomorrow we check in to Turtle Beach…