I met a lovely Israeli-American girl during breakfast and we ended up talking the entire morning; we’d never moved from the table where we’d had breakfast and had the cleaner not come at 12:30pm to clean the kitchen, and therefore kicking us out, who knows how long we’d have talked. We’re the same age and we just clicked. We didn’t end up spending the rest of the day together, but that was alright. She headed off to the beach to read a book and I headed into town to see some of the sights.
I’d decided to do a sunrise surfing session on Saturday morning, despite the bruises I still had from Yamba. It was twice as much as the cost in Yamba, but I figured it was possibly my last chance to go surfing before I leave, and I do love a good sunrise. Not the most spectacular sunrise I’ve seen in Australia (I think the Whitsundays wins that award), but it was beautiful.
I’d had it in my head that I was staying for three days, so on Saturday night I was debating with myself on whether I should get up early and do the sunrise surfing again – I wanted my last surfing session for the foreseeable future to be a bit better – or try to sleep in since I’d have an overnight bus. I was ready for bed but knew I needed to decide so I could pay if I was going along. Since I couldn’t decide what to do I determined that more information might help with the decision and proceeded to head to reception to do some recon. I’m convinced that prompting was from God, because as it turns out I was to have checked out at 11am that morning! I didn’t have any roommates so I had a feeling that I was going to get some and they would be arriving sometime after 1:30am. My inquiry into my future roommate status led to the surprising information that I wasn’t actually to be in a room at all. At first I thought it was a mistake, but then had that sinking feeling that the guy in reception was right. After consulting my carefully prepared travel calendar I did see that he was correct. My bus was technically at 1:10am Sunday morning, which is really Saturday night….so you can see how easy it was to get confused; especially when I thought I was to have spent three days in Port Macquarie and was only on day two. They graciously allowed me to just stay in the room the remaining three hours until I had to make my way back to the bus station, so I did get a bit of a nap before my overnight bus to Sydney. They say you always want what you can’t have and of course after I realized that I was leaving and wouldn’t be able to do the sunrise surfing I then really wanted to do it. All in all though, I really enjoyed Port Macquarie. Not as many backpackers visit (maybe that’s partly why they’re lacking so many sections of sidewalk – not enough tourists), but I think it’s an absolutely charming place. Definitely a city to which I would make a return visit.