Sparky boasts that, we can do more in one day than most people can do in a week. I thought I would test that theory. I reckon I can write about our day trip to Russell Crowe's museum and stretch it over five days, as it is jam packed with fun, arguments, tales of paranoia, bickering, undercover policemen, arguments, op shop finds, subterfuge and familial togetherness.
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We left early yesterday morning for the Nymboida Coaching Inn where the Russell Crowe museum is located. Sparky likes Gladiator and is a mad Rabbitohs supporter, so the idea made sense. He sweetened the deal by adding op-shopping in every small town to the itinerary. I don't care where we go, just as long as we hit that wide open road baby and there is an op-shop on the horizon!
We headed south, bound for the mighty Nymboida! This trip held the promise of actual stops on the way, instead of the usual acceleration past anything that looks remotely interesting. Within minutes, we started bickering about withdrawing money from an ATM. An uneasy silence ensued until first stop, New Italy.
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We hit the road again. Within minutes I found that Sparky was tail-gating the car in front of us. This sparked the discussion/argument of what constitutes 3 seconds, the time recommended to be between cars. I advocated the word "and." As in, one aaand two aaand three. Sparky was of the opinion that "thousand" was the correct word, whilst Clance advocated the word "elephant." I also threw in the word "mississippi" as I am sure someone like Trixie Belden used it.
Twenty minutes later, after some help from the ipod stop watch, it was concluded that "elephant" is the word du jour if you are counting in seconds. However, I am not sure if it helped with the tailgating issue.
Next turn off Chatswood, home of the Causleys. A little loop road that follows the Clarence River and was once part of the Pacific Highway. Only did a drive by, but very picturesque, nice old buildings, good roof lines and a little general store. Apparently there is a very nice restaurant there, but no op-shop. There is always the hope of some dusty and deserted op-shop that is just waiting for that magical person to discover it. The Brigadoon of op-shops. It will be filled with riches beyond your wildest imagination! Ah, one can but dream. Next stop, Ulmarra. xxNick