And when I say train, I am referring to Sydney trains–the ones with wheels–and not the act of training.
Nonetheless, a beach trip was a good follow up to what has now been six weeks of boxing and martial arts at Darkside Gym.
Honestly, we didn’t do much planning for this trip other than deciding that we wanted to spend at least part of the long Easter camped out on a secluded beach.
All we needed to pull it together was:
- A phone to check train schedules;
- An overnight bag with beachwear;
- A day or two’s supply of food;
- A water bottle to refill;
- A tent, sleeping mats, and a light blanket.
At this time of year, it wasn’t cold enough to need sleeping bags; we also didn’t have any.
With two people, the supplies were easy to carry.
For food, we brought plenty of fruit and veggies, along with some cold cuts and hummus, for salads, sandwiches, and dips.
We didn’t roll out the door until quite late in the day and had to make a few stops to get last-minute groceries (e.g. freshly baked bread) and pick up the tent and sleeping mats we were borrowing.
From Central Station, we caught the 6:36 PM South Coast Line to Kiama on Platform 25 and disembarked at Wombarra Station just after 8.
You can get the South Coast Line train schedules on Google maps.
Wombarra is the station just after Scarborough but it is the closest to Scarborough Beach–our camping site of choice.
On the train, you’ll likely be charged between 2 to 6 Aussie dollars on your Opal card each way. Spend what you please on groceries and the trip is highly affordable.
I suppose I should mention that camping is not technically allowed on Scarborough Beach; however, locals have confirmed that it is conventionally condoned. Don’t be leaving anything behind, is all.
We arrived at the beach after sundown but were fortunate to have plenty of light from a gorgeously full moon to set up the tent and have a bite to eat.
From the beach, there is also a pathway leading up to a well-lit building with bathrooms and showers that stayed open all night.
The next morning, we unzipped the tent to this spectacular view that made a somewhat uncomfortable sleep on mats that were, on the one hand, small and easy to carry but also just a bit too thin, entirely worth it.
In all, a full 24-hour cycle was spent enjoying the beach-dwellers life at Scarborough.
At the break of dawn, surfers were out on the waves. As the morning progressed, flags were set up and Surf Rescue volunteers took their stations.
There never appeared to be more than two or three groups of people on the beach at any given time, from yogis doing handstands to couples walking their dog and families with young children playing in the swash.
Regardless, we had enough privacy on our end of the beach to feel quite comfortable doing as we pleased.
Although we had enough food to stay another night, we decided to leave at sundown that day so we could make it back to the city by 9 PM, buy alcohol (bottle shops had been closed over the holidays), and enjoy such luxuries and modern comforts as beds.
Nonetheless, being beachside was exhilarating and wonderfully relaxing at the same time.