The Central Coast isn’t often considered as a campervanning destination, due to its high-density residential zoning and proximity to Sydney. However, if you’re heading in or out of Sydney it’s well worth spending a night here instead of battling the traffic.
Like most of the East coast, the main appeal is the beach living and all that that entails. Some people even choose to commute from the Central Coast into Sydney, so that might tell you a little bit about what to expect – not absolute seclusion, but a lot less of the frenetic activity and price-gouging that you’d find in Sydney proper.
I found rest stops in the area quite limited and generally unappealing, so if you can’t locate a quiet beach somewhere I’d recommend a caravan park in one of the coastal towns. Get off the M1, (formerly Sydney-Newcastle Freeway), and onto the Central Coast Highway to find the real gems.
Either way, you’re going to discover that the Central Coast is a pretty built-up area. Self-catering is of course an option, with lots of public barbecues for those who need them – but why not hunt down one of the famous pie shops in Boston or, as we did, go fishing in Terrigal and pay a nominal fee at a fish-and-chip shop, (pre-arranged), for them to cook up your catch for you.
Some of us might have unpleasant flashbacks to Porpoise Spit of Muriel’s Wedding, but I quite enjoyed the kitsch Australiana of the region, (and if you’re of that mindset and worried, rest assured that it’s not nearly as bad as NSW’s North Coast or Queensland’s Gold Coast. Although this was really my first visit to the region, given the ease of access from Sydney there’s no reason not to return for a weekend or a week away.