22 August 2016

What an interesting night.......
Marica tried to kill me in my sleep, by getting her bike to fall onto me in the middle of the night.
Much to my luck her timer failed, so it fell well before that.......

No not really, we parked both of our bikes on the grass, and hers was unlucky enough to be on a very wet, soft sandy section, which caused her bike stand to sink, resulting in the bike falling.
No one was near at the time and no one got hurt, except maybe for her poor scooter.

Anyway, today was a good day, other than a very late start, due to fog and dew of the cold morning. The sleeping bags did however keep us toasty warm most of the night. Finally things dried up enough that we could pack them away, and head off.

One exciting thing to note was the huge scenery change once we hit SA. No longer was it flat  and straight and yellow canola for kilometers on end, we now had undulating hills, scrub  and sheep as far as the eye could see.

Keith gave us coffee much to our surprise, and Sandra of course took advantage and helped herself to two cups. (Keith is a town BTW)

Arrived at the Coorong, and were met by uncle Paul (Marica's mother-in-law's brother) who has a fishing shack on the shore of the Coorong. We had to leave our bikes in the middle of the access track, due to not being 4WD able, and the some of path was under water.

Home for the night, wait until you see the view...........

Sandra helped Paul cast the net, to catch more Coorong Mullet for breakfast and dinner.......

And no this is not the monster from the deep, coming out at sunset, this is Sandra walking back to shore.

It is so peaceful and quiet here, just listening to the open fire in the fireplace. While Paul is cooking up our fresh caught fish for dinner, which it is important to note, Sandra filleted under the expert tuition of Paul the fisherman.

NIGHT NOW..........talk at you tomorrow.