From the national park we descended back down the hills into Kangaroo Valley, which we thought owed its name to there being kangaroos in the area. In fact it's on the banks of the Kangaroo River, so there were no roos for us today.
From Fitzroy Falls, Kangaroo Valley is approached via Hampden Bridge, a single track, wooden, rickety old suspension bridge spanning the Kangaroo river. It rattles and shakes when lorries venture across it. I wouldn't fancy my luck in a petrol tanker.
The little town of Kangaroo Valley consists of a few wooden buildings either side of the main road. There's not much to do and there was nowhere for Ella to run about, which was a problem because she was getting fed up with the journey. It was also much hotter than on the coast and the flies were more of a problem.
We stopped for lunch in the Blue Toucan Cafe (run by an English couple) and bribed Ella with a dish of ice cream while we had something to eat. The ice-cream worked for a while, but by the time our food arrived she had progressed to trampling the flower beds. The owner's wife saw the impending calamity and brought her some crayons, but as the table was on an incline, the crayons kept rolling onto the floor. I thus ate my lunch whilst simultaneously catching rogue crayons and swatting flies (the aussie salute is coming on a treat). It's incredible that more of my food didn't end up on the walls.
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