Out of Eden and into the Wilderness

Hello!!

thank you very much, I had quite a nice birthday riding around Eden, looking for a bloke called Andre. we went to the bike shop to help identify a mysterious creak but it left them stumped so we were sent to Andre's house. Unfortunately the guy gave the instructions to Ann, who after about 30seconds of instruction is only able to hear carnival music in her head and completely forgets (if she ever heard) anything she's told.
She came out of the shop and decisively stated, we have to cycle about 3km, that way.
so off we went, she then mumbled something about the golf course we'd gone past and a lawn mower shop and that his was 'the only house'.... so we cycled around for a bit looking for a solitary house that might have a shed in the garden... and near, past or before a lawn mower shop.
we ended up knocking on doors and luckily people knew exactly who we meant!
He was a old Dutch chap who'd been in the country for years but hadn't lost an ounce of his accent. We chatted to him for ages and decided that the creak was annoying but not hazardous.

Anyway we've made it out of Eden and up the 2nd biggest hill between Melbourne and Sydney. it was Awful! although we did make it to the top it was 2km long and we were crawling up in our lowest gear going at the same speed as the lorries and car towing caravans.
We're in Merimbula at the moment i've written an boring/lavish description but a truly is a lovely place!

We like Merimbula, not just because it’s lovely, but because we’ve decided that we’re town people. Not Townies, or pikies, but town people, Cities are far too big, grey and anonymous and villages everyone knows you and your current affairs. The trick is to find a smallish town, where there’s potential to spot a chum whilst still able to indulge in such luxuries as having the internet and buying your groceries on any day of the week.
We found all this and more at Merimbula, it’s the first Seaside town we’ve come to with a brilliant sandy surf beach and quiet little harbour. Where seagulls mingle with parrots and although the restaurants and pubs are full in the evening the streets are quiet and empty.