I said my final goodbyes to the Wolskis, and made my way to Kiama to see the famous blowhole. What they don't tell you in the promotional material, is that the blowhole isn't all that exciting in low tide. In fact, it just looks like a giant hole in the rocks.
I made my way back to familiar old Blenheim Beach, where the water is clean, and the camping is easy.
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