When we got off the train we set off up to the headland and had some lunch at the cafe next to the old Pilot’s Cottage, before visiting the Blowhole. Kiama is famous for two things – the blowhole and the pelicans.
The name Kiama is from the aboriginal word Kiaram- 'Where the sea makes a noise'. Under certain sea conditions, the blowhole can spray water up to 25 metres in the air, in quantities that thoroughly drench any bystanders, accompanied by a ground shaking ‘whoomph’. On Monday it was performing well!
|a ghostly image emerges from the blowhole|
There are panoramic views from the headland so we sat and gazed out to sea for a while.
“That’s whale spray blowing!”
“No dear, it’s just a wave breaking.”
“Well that wave has got a mighty big tail”
We cursed that we hadn’t brought the binoculars with us.
We checked into our hotel where we stayed overnight, chuffed that we had been upgraded to a superior room with balcony overlooking the harbour. Room 101 would you believe! Then we set off to wander around the town and see what had changed since we last stayed here nearly four years ago. A lot of restaurants had disappeared, the hardware shop was now a trendy gift shop but otherwise things were much the same. Paul and I, old fogeys perhaps, are very comfortable in this sleepy, unspoilt seaside town. (Sarah and Andy lived here when they first came out to Oz but soon found that the city offered them more in the way of work opportunities and social buzz.)
|Weatherboard cottages along Collins Street was constructed in 1886 to house quarry workers and their families.|
Now it is home to designer boutiques and cafes.
|Daisy, a papier mache cow, peeking out of the old Fire Station. This is now an arts centre.|
We walked down to Surf Beach where we used to go body boarding. Some youngsters were enjoying the surf but the water felt icy to me when I went for a paddle.
|that water was icy cold|
Evening drinks and a meal at the Blue Diamond Lounge Bar watching the sun go down over the harbour – not a bad day out.