She said we would do well to go out through Kendall again, out to Comboyne and then follow the signs to the falls before driving back to Wauchope and then along the Oxley Highway to Port Macquarie again.
It is easier to describe than to do, though.
The Comboyne leg
The first stage of the trip was straightforward. Oxley Highway to Pacific Highway, and then out through Kew and Kendall.
If you want to see some naturally beautiful landscape, this is the drive to do. Here are a few photos...
While quite a bit of the road was unsealed, it was in good condition, and easy to drive on. However, it is a long journey. Make sure your tank is full before you set out -- and the washer bottle!
Eventually we reached Comboyne, where we had lunch before continuing the journey. Food at Comboyne was quite pleasant. I had grilled halloumi cheese on a salad base, which was particularly delicious. The coffee was good as well. The photograph below shows the café where we ate.
However, there was a very loud gentleman in the café who did little to enhance our eating experience. He was full of himself: his adventures, his achievements in coin collecting... and there were enough errors in his stories to suggest that he was making them up. One of his tale was of his car breaking down in Bathurst. He claimed to have been given a lift back to Sydney with the grandson of the musician Dvorak, who, he said, had composed the New World Symphony while working in the US -- of course, this was Gustav Mahler. One error may be a lapse of memory, even if repeated several times, but, as I said, this was one of many such errors.
He also kept calling on the waiting staff and requesting things not on the menu (which he had) and claiming that, as a good customer, they would be able to supply what he wanted.
He had a young companion who seemed a little uncomfortable to be with the older man, particularly when he ordered the young man a meal which he didn't actually want. We had suspicions about the entire situation, but all we could say in the end was that it was uncomfortable for everyone.
Two women a little younger than Chris and myself also came in shortly after we did, and were served. Of this, more later.
The accompanying photo was taken in Comboyne.
After lunch we set off, following the directions in our tourist guide, which told us to take the signposted branch of the fork in the road just out of town and follow the signs to Ellensborough Falls.
This is the beginning of woes... [To be continued]
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