Lazy Days of Coral and Sand
“Travel is only glamourous in retrospect” — Paul Theroux
When you arrive in Coral Bay you’re met by a saturation of colour – stunning turquoise and azure waters, an eggshell blue sky, improbable jade green lawns and palm trees, as well as the red dust and olive greens of the native Australian scrub. It seems like an improbable mixture – almost like a tropical island has been grafted onto the edge of the Outback.
The village itself is an eclectic mix of locals, long-term backpackers and short term travellers. There’s a constant stream of caravans, four wheel drives, dusty sedans and beat-up white(ish) mini vans with graffiti scrawled on their sides coming in and pulling out. There are young families, wealthy couples, grey nomads, overseas backpackers and hippy wanderers – with little marketing to shape its image everyone finds something for themselves in Coral Bay.
The something for me was the early morning walks along deserted beaches, coffee at the bakery, taking the kids out snorkelling over the coral each morning and afternoon, lying on the beach in the shade reading a book and, probably most importantly, learning that at 35 I could share a single room with my two children AND my parents!
It’s a magical place, with a laid-back ‘she’ll be right’ feel and I for one can’t wait to go back.