Where are we?

Its getting hard to keep track of where we are these days, we have refused to buy a road atlas and instead are relying on hand drawn maps from people to get to the best beaches and spots to camp. Needless to say, without a name of a town to look for and the fact that most of these Australian towns look about the same, I wake up and don't really know the name of the spot I'm in. I figure though that its a pretty good way to travel then. So (lookin at the sign on the door) I can tell you that I am in Coffs Harbor at the moment stoppin for a break from driving on the way to Nimbin and Byron bay.
Our first night we slept in the Beach Public Parking lot of Diamond Beach and learned some new Australian terms mainly "brogan" which is the same as red neck or hick. You know the type of people that drink and smoke cigarettes with their moms in their living rooms have ash trays on the dinner table and say things like "my atendence in 10th grade was only 53% so I'm moving to Queensland with my sister and her 2 babies" I'm pretty sure it was a younger sister. I feel bad for my negativity because they were super friendly and invited us into their house party and took us out for a "good time" in town which included ransacking the caravan park's playground and fitting 14 people in 1 car, so overall pretty great people I'd say.
Last night we camped on the beach of Hungry Head and built a huge fire next to this wooden shelter built by kids for "green Australia" which is an environmental group. Most of it is still standing and unburnt but I can't deny that after gathering wood for a bit the plethora that it offered started to look pretty burnable. You know how those things go.
I don't remember if I'd mentioned them yet but we met up with three "Euros" as we call em. 2 from Ireland and 1 from England who are doin the same thing as us in a van. We met in Port Maquarie, where interestingly enough, a huge (more than 150) biker gang was riding through and partying at that night. They shipped up crowd control cops from Sydney in which (again interestingly enough) Jez was included in and I got to see him out and in action. Of course with the company we are now keeping we had to go to the local Irish Pub where I am proud to say I beat the Irish in a drinking contest. Dock one point for America. The band there was playing covers and I was super happy to hear "catch my disease" which lovingly reminded me of a pretty special person who I think knows who she is.
I think that my camera is on its last leg, this type of living is pretty rough on it but i'm hopin to make it last. Fortunately I managed to get some pretty great shot of the fire last night and the boys we've been hanging with.

Seal Rocks with Nick

The actual Rocks

We've taken to public showering when there are no facilities, although we've also been known to sneak into caravan parks and wait for someone to open the showers for us. Apparently this is highly ilegal but we're smelly

On the road (the wrong side of it)

Base camp in Port Maquarie

Mama Roo at Hungry Head

I love fires i love to stare at them...

...hang out next to them...

...and jump over them.