Bicheno

Our journey continued north to the little town of Bicheno (BISH-en-oh), where we stayed two nights at Bicheno by the Bay.

Bicheno has a lot going for it, but my favourite part would have to have been the walk along the rocks on the waterfront, towards the blowhole. We were hoping the blowhole would blow, and blow it did – heaps of times! I’m not sure why watching water spurt up from between two rocks is so mesmorizing, but it totally is. We must have watched it for at least 20 minutes, though more than likely that’s maily because I made everyone wait until I had some nice photos.

We also ate very well in Bicheno. Our unit had a decent kitchen so on the first night we made chicken fajitas. The second night we dined in at the Gaolhouse Cafe, where our waitress was a lovely old bird who had a whistle when she pronounced words with an “s” in them. I’ve always wondered if that’s something that people are born with, or if they have to practice it. I had the reef and beef, and it was perfectly cooked – highly recommended!

I could have easily stayed in Bicheno for another two or three nights but our schedule was tight – we had to continue north!