February 18th 2015, not long after the horrifying incidents of Wattamolla cliff jump we set off on a spontaneous hold on let me tell you how this all began.
February 16th 2015, it all started at the gym(everything starts at the gym ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ) with my friend. He asked me a question “so, what’s happening with Jervis Bay, are we still going?” which I answered with “sure why not”. That night I brought up the question to the group to see their thoughts on it. They seemed interested in the idea however there wasn’t much drive on pursuing the idea. Out of the blue one of the member started posting links of accommodations at Jervis Bay. This was when
shit things got real. Next minute we were looking for accommodations on airbnb. And moments later she was writing up cover letters requesting for a 3 day trip to a bungalow near Jervis Bay.
February 17th 2015, the next during the afternoon we got confirmation on the 3 day trip. The trip was a go!. Gulp. Time was not on our side. The trip was tomorrow.
February 18th 2015, the four of us met up around 11am. Packed the trunk with luggage, set the destination on the GPS updating us with a 214km road trip. Step foot on the pedal and off we were to the land down under. The excitement in the car was out off the roof. We were pumping music, talking loud. Driving Fast(under the speed limit). We were pumped.
A good hour and half passed and decided to make a quick detour to the nearest maccas. Seriously, nothing beats a maccas pit stop. After having a good meal, we set off again. Turned the GPS back on and followed its directions. The directions seemed alright until it started directing us away from the main roads and kept pushing us towards the country side. The country side roads were narrow and bumpy, and the view outside wasn’t too pleasing either. Long stretches of farm land and the occasional herd of cows. We had no choice but to trust the dinky ass looking GPS. There was no going back.
After escaping the country side we reached a Valley. It was spectacular. We were situated on top of a steep mountain where we could see all sorts of mountains, and vast open green land in the distance. Surrounded by lush green forest. It felt like a scene from a top gear episode. The best part of this valley was the road ahead of us. The roads were perfectly smooth as though no other car had driven on it. Not only that the roads had a lot of turns. Each turn down the mountain got sharper and sharper. We sped down(20km/hr) the roads like a bunch of rally racers. One curve had the car tires screeching for a good 20 seconds and all of us screaming our heads off for a good minute or two thinking that a tire might pop and cause us to roll down the steep mountain. Good times. I got to admit thanks to my GPS we got to experience this wonderful valley.
After all the quirky roads, we made it to our destination. Our home for the next 3 days.
The death lagoon, and its secret.
After getting everything settled in the bungalow we set foot outside to discover the beach in front of us. From our vantage point the beach was heavily fortified by a lagoon. With not a lot of time before the sun fell down, we decided to cross the lagoon. According to the local it was shallow and easily walk able. So we step foot into the lagoon. The lagoon was calm.
The smell was awful at the start. The smell of sewage water and salt. The smell of death. The smell of fear.
The first few steps were alright, solid the way I like it. A bit deeper into the lagoon I started to feel the mush crawling up between my toes. This wasn’t the usual mushy mud feeling, this was the feeling of stepping onto a dead sea creature that had just started decomposing. My body quickly sank into the gunk of dark brown goo and I was slowly falling deeper into the lagoon. It was as though the dead were coming alive to pull me down into the lagoon of death. We kept moving, there was no stopping us. The water was already up to my waist and we were only 3 meters in. Ahead of us the lagoon seemed to be getting deeper and deeper. I looked around to see how the others were coping with the situation and the expressions on the other guys were priceless. We kept going. We were determined to see the secret that the lagoon was guarding.
After making it through the death lagoon, we had made it onto the beach. The beach was speechless. Covered in soft white sand that made a speaking noise every time our foot rubbed against it. The waves were perfect, not too strong and not too calm. Above us was a clear blue serene sky. Nothing mattered to us at that moment, we were living in the moment, enjoying our time swimming, tripping on our skim boards and getting a nice tan on the beach. It felt as though it was our own beach.
The pictures a bit pixelated sorry don’t have a picture of the beach. I didn’t take my phone cause of the intimidating looking lagoon.
After seeing the secret guarded by the lagoon we made our way back. The walk back wasn’t too bad. The lagoon didn’t seem as a threat anymore. Jokes it was still pretty bad. The smell and feeling was still there. On a side note, surprisingly walking in that lagoon gunk it made my foot sparkling clean. Ahaha
Well that concludes part 1 of my Spontaneous Jervis Trip! Keep in touch for the next part of this journey!