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Wednesday 19th August 2015

semi-overcast 14 °C

This morning we woke up to an amazing red sky, which according to the proverb didn't bode well for the weather.


We packed up all of our stuff, including our slowly depleting cache of Barossa wine. Nigel drove the car as he was now the expert in terms of getting the car on and off the ferry. I enjoyed the view, looked out for more Kangaroos and continued to marvel at the Australian roads, which work on the Roman principal of laying them straight whatever the cost.


The weather deteriorated the nearer we got to Penneshaw and the ferry terminal, and by the time we arrived it was raining and pretty cold. Nigel went and got our tickets and then waited to load the car and I then went to board as a foot passenger. It was clear that the crossing was going to be a bit rough, however although there was a bit of bumping up and down and it was hard to stand up, in the end it wasn't too bad. Generally it either rose up at down or rolled from side to side but rarely did both at the same time.


We were on the lookout for dolphins but sadly had no more luck than on the way out to the island. It wasn't long before we arrived in Cape Jervis and Nigel was driving the car off the ferry, although it was good we weren't in a hurry as ours was the last vehicle off. We started to make our way east towards Port Elliot but decided to take a slight detour and drive down to Waitpinga Beach hoping to find a spot to eat our picnic. The beach was much redder than those on Kangeroo Island but equally expansive. The sea looked rough and quite dangerous and not suitable for swimming even if it had been warm enough. It is apparently more known as a surfing beach but only recommended for experienced surfers because of the strength of the rip tide. When we arrived there were a few fishermen getting kitted up in their waders ready to go fishing in the surf. There was a bit of a boardwalk which took you to the edge of the dunes so we went to have a look at the beach and take some photographs.


Whilst we were there a couple joined us and we got talking to them. They originally came from the UK, he from Dundee and his wife from Middlesex. He came out in the 1950's so had spent some of his childhood and all of his adult life in Australia. We chatted for ages, but eventually his wife dragged him away as I think she was starting to feel the cold. Having found that there were no picnic tables near the beach, and given that it was pretty cold and blustery we decided to eat our lunch in the car (again).

Once finished we carried on our way, hoping to find somewhere to get coffee in the town of Victor Harbour. Perhaps it was the time of year and the fact that the weather was not great but we didn't feel inclined to linger in the town. There is a horse drawn tram that goes to a place called Granite Island but that wasn't running. Even if it had been I wouldn't have been that inclined to travel on it as there were signs near the only stabled horse warning people that it might bite and it looked pretty neglected and thin. We carried on looking for a cafe but everywhere looked pretty deserted and in the end we gave up and decided to continue to Port Elliot instead. It had a very different feel to it, with lots of nice shops and restaurants. We found somewhere called Cockles which I knew had good reviews and stopped in there for some coffee and cake. The portions were enormous and we were pretty stuffed by the time we had finished and so we decided there and then to just have bread and cheese in the hostel that evening rather than going out to a restaurant. We still had a while before reception opened at Port Elliot YHA where we were spending the night, so we decided to go and look at the headland just a stones throw from the hostel. We spent quite a time there watching the waves breaking on the rocks and some fur seals cavorting in the surf.


Once it got to gone 4pm we went to the hostel and checked in. It was pretty empty and the room we were given was amazing. I had booked a room with a double bed and a private bathroom but in fact we had a whole suite. We had our own sitting room, bedroom and bathroom and a balcony overlooking the sea. Since when did hostels start offering to carry your bags upstairs for you! We quickly settled in and then explored the hostel. We made use of the wifi having spent several days off line. We then went down to the communal lounge and kitchen and prepared some food. There was another guy there but he was engrossed in listening to his music. Nigel did the same and I read for a while and then we went back to our rooms and relaxed a bit more before taking to our bed, and despite there being a double and a single in the room I let Nigel share with me!

Posted by Gill's Travels 01:23 Archived in Australia Tagged sea australia rock ferry port_elliot

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