Bound Northward, Yamba and angourie.

A morning of mediation and exercise was followed by a brisk coffee at vintage nest, served with TLC and the perfect amount of foam. Before I knew it, I was on the pacific highway rambling north, windows down, alaia belted in beside me and the slow lane.  A few hours later I found myself pulling into Yamba, saw my dad for the first time in 8 months and spent the rest of the day catching up on the moments between. A nice dinner at the YHA, Barramundi Vietnamese style is particularly good. Tomorrow who knows, angourie? Illuka? Turners? Stoked to give these slightly northern waters a splash.