Everyone needs an escape.
Wendy and her brothers had Neverland. The Pevensie children had Narnia. And I have Avoca. Ever since I was little we've booking it out of Sydney for weekends up the coast, and when I say up the coast I don't mean a painful 5 hr drive, we're talking an leisurely hour-long jaunt up the freeway from Sydney. And yet you may as well be in another world up at Avoca . . . fish and chips in the bustling seaside town of Terrigal, rolling down The Skillion, the steepest cliff-top hill known to man, crabbing at North Avoca Rocks, surfing up and down the length of Avoca Beach (depending on which way the rips are pulling), sun-baking on the back dunes near the lagoon, there's something for everyone here.
I just wish the old beach-front milk bar at Avoca was still around. My fondest memories are of running around in dick stickers drinking strawberry Mooves and playing the Street Fighter 2 arcade machine they had out front. Good times. Nobody ever played as Zangief. He was the epicentre of all suckiness. Guile or Ryu, they were the go. Ack. I'm tearing up. Halcyon days, all. read more