Beach side getaway. It’s real and it’s name is Iluka.
When it comes to a weekend away, hanging out near the ocean, plenty of fresh seafood and booze on hand and a refurbished old school fisherman’s shack to keep you safe and warm and night Iluka, on the New South Wales north coast, ticks all of the boxes… and it’s nice and it’s close to where we live to boot. So this mythical Iluka joint is indeed a place we try to visit as often as possible.
This time away though, I must confess I was feeling a little under the weather. But I had a plan. A plan to make me strong like ox once again. I would be looking for my time in Iluka to rejuvenate the metaphorical worn grass and naked fields of the landscape of my life. And then I shall call upon the almost mythical three hit combo that is the fully charged power animal, the centered and sexually satisfied chi and the ginger minge to piss that under-the-weather type feeling right the heck off.
I hope you’re paying attention.
I think one of the highlights of my time in Iluka was (and please don’t think any less of me for saying this… bahahahaha. Any less of me? As if that could actually happen, ay. I just made myself laugh a fair bit) a pack of white curry mee. I don’t even know what white curry mee is or even where the hell they came from, but I do know these instant noodles were one of the pinnacles of my day. Cheap, easy, fast and somehow they kinda left you feeling just a little bit dirty, these things were not dissimilar to a three buck hooker… but they certainly were a whole heap tastier… a whole heap tastier.
I realised pretty quickly that is was indeed “taking a little break” AKA a holiday, so I found it very appropriate to obtain myself a glass of some fermented red relaxedness enhancer. Oh yes. That relaxy-dinky-donky-doo feeling.
Later in the afternoon I felt it appropriate that I should make soup. A little chickpea and vegetable number would be the go I reckoned as that would be good for me plus it would also be good for my friend Ainsley – who is one of my top 2 favourite vegetarians in the word (yeah Gitana, you’re up there too) – as it would not contain meat thus would be deemed edible by said vegetarian friend, Ainsley. Little did I know that Ainsley had also considered it a worthy day to make soup so had brought with her an offering to the soup eating vegetarian gods of her own, clevery disguised as a pot of pumpkin soup… or actually just straight up a pot of pumpkin soup.
Needless to say, much soup was enjoyed by everyone present.
The next morning I awoke at a time that I could only call ridiculously early… or maybe ridearly… or possibly even earliculous… but I certainly wouldn’t stray too much further than that. But I did get up early. Like, the kids weren’t even awake and the sun was still sleeping too.
We ate the meal often called breakfast for sustenance as well as enjoyment. I smiled at everybody’s morning hair as I find morning hair quite entertaining. This is a little known fact about me.
The day was filled with all of the activities you might expect from some kind of lakeside summer camp. Except we were all keen participants and not ostracized step-children, ditched by our families for the holidays because of our annoying belching habits and yet undiscovered skin conditions. We played scout-esque, sickeningly feel good family bonding games, skateboarded, shot hoops, went walking, blah-di-blah-blah.
And then we did that all over again some more.
WHITE CURRY MEE
Packet instructions seemed to work fine for me.
10 responses to “Iluka and a damn tasty bowl of white curry mee”
Yeah. They were pretty good as far a packet noodles go 😜
Fabulous – sounds like you are having a good time. I too am on holiday – a trip to the seaside less than 10 miles from where I live! Well it is a sort of holiday as although I am by the sea and staying in a cottage I am trying to finish a wretched book so really should be writing ….. why is it I always turn to your lovely blog when I should be doing something else 🙂 Have fun …..
Haha. Enjoy the break and good luck on the book thing. I too am trying to finish a book at the mo’… a cook book funnily enough. I thought it would be a fair bit easier to be absolutely honest 🙂
A cook book? That sounds brilliant – can’t wait to see it. Sounds a lot more interesting than one on Ottoman textualities – yawn …..
Daaaamn. I’ll read it just to find out what the heck you’re on about 🙂
Have a wonderful time eating and drinking too much!
Haha. That’s always a good time my friend 🙂
You might regret it. I think only 20 people in the world will read this book 🙂