Come on inside
Takin' that ride to nowhere
We'll take that ride

Can you name the band?

Sydney to Tilba. Sydney was great but it was time to hit the road and explore. Rustled up a Thrifty rental car, a Mitsubishi 380. What a great car. I mention it now because I have already posted about the piece of crap they gave us later that broke down. We had 365kms to our first stop in Tilba and had no problems getting out of town and moving along the coast. Things were going quite well so we decided to go scenic in a few places. Here is the thing: They have a number of main roads and some are more direct than others. We took Princes Highway (A1) and what was cool about it was that there were little scenic loops off of A1 that you could opt to take which eventually linked back up. How great is that!?! A number of these were incredible, including one along a craggy coastline. Sit back and close your eyes for a moment. Imagine high cliffs dropping dramatically to the ocean directly below, no beach, just pounding surf. Have you got that yet? Anyway, now imagine that some genius has built a raised highway mounted to the cliff edge. Honestly, I didn't get to see as much of it as I would have liked since I was driving but my sister was quite impressed based on the number of OOOOO's and AH's I heard. Eventually, we stopped so I could get a glimpse and she was spot on. Much cheers and congratulations go out to the designers and builders of this bit of roadway!!! Things were going great so we decided to stop and a little town called Kiama.Sadly, conditions weren't appropriate for the blow hole that is its major draw. You can see it here http://goaustralia.about.com/library/weekly/blpicsc8.htm Still it was good to stop and look around, nice little resort town. Onward . . . Suddenly, we hit traffic. Bumper to bumper traffic. Seriously, no BS it was miserable. We should have hit Tilba at around 2:30pm but only arrived just after 6pm. Bummer. Tilba, Tilba, who hid the Tilba? Why Tilba? What was the draw at Tilba? Tilba is literally a 1 horse town. A heritage town and that means it hasn't changed in over 100 years (and actually can't be changed). We stayed at B&B called The Bryne which was behind town and up a twisting drive. All good so far. Tilba had some issues like no where to eat and no open stores. We had to rough it. Whatever, can't always be perfect we are out in the country anyway. Around 10:30pm a rather large man entered the common room carrying a beer. In a slurred voice he asked if there were any rooms available or could he sleep with one of us. This set off my spidey-sense. As it turned out this was the owner having a bit of fun with us. But wait there is more, if you act right now you get a set of Ginsu(tm) Steak Knives. The rooms themselves were miserable, dusty and dirty. One room even had piles of dirt pushed under furniture. This was a bit too much for us. How could anyone possibly send someone here. I mean we paid a professional. I started to worry a bit but more on that later. Needless to say we got out of there as soon as possible. First thing that happens once we get back on the highway . . . pulled over by the police. DAM I was minding my own business and wasn't even speeding. Shaazaam breatherlizer test at 9:30am go figya!