Then What?

I have to admit, trying to recall the sequence of events following our time at Smoky Bay almost 4 weeks later is quite difficult, bear with me whilst I try and get this in chronological order, I'm making no promises.

We woke up next to such a beautiful view but due to all our mishaps Adelaide was calling and we had to get a wriggle on.

Surprise, surprise, Marco wanted to find somewhere to fish. I think he was trying to get some practise in as he wants to do fishing to qualify for his 2nd WHV (Working Holiday Visa). We went somewhere he thought he may be able to fish and had breakfast, it wasn't a convenient place to fish but it was a beautiful breakfast destination.

We decided to hit one of the bays and so we drove to Venus Bay, there were only ordinary roads for this, I say ordinary... no 4wd tracks like we were used to in WA that's for sure. 


Every time we tried to hit an off-road track we would get so far and come across a no entry... no entry... NO ENTRY. Why we can't be informed of these things BEFORE even getting on the track I don't know. South Australia, you are such a tease.

We hit Venus Bay and I had to play on the swings and the slide, it was completely necessary. I cooked the fish Marco had caught and it was delicimouse. Another one of those outdoor hotplates which wouldn't heat up if you set the thing on fire! 

Once we consumed fish, Marco wanted to go and get more fish, so he headed off to the end of the jetty and I followed with my book. I sat reading for a while but I was starting to feel unwell, being sat on my flip flops as I had my feet dangling over the edge and didn't want to lose them or have them fly away because of the breeze. I got up and got a huge splinter right through my big toe, Marco got his pliers and helped me pull it out with much effort, but there was still a small piece stuck in there and no way of pushing it out. 


I went to the car and lay down, the sun had got to me and the splinter wasn't helping. I plastered it up and hoped the lack of air getting to it would draw it out. When Marco came back with 3 fishes (one he caught, two he was given - sorry Marco, we can't pretend) we decided to move on. We took the scenic route, our destination aim was Port Lincoln.

One our way we went around and saw some more beautiful views and some statues around the route. We came out (pretty much on the road we went in to the scenic route) and saw a road train with all it's lights on. ALL IT'S LIGHTS ON. It was barely even dusk and Marco and I were cursing at this moron for blinding on coming traffic (namely, us), parked or not! Then a guy came waving his arms like a lunatic just as we saw a car smashed up just off the road. 

We ran out of the car quick to see what had happened, turns out the woman was hit by a 'roo and it sent her careering off the road through the bushes, the car was pretty mashed up. Luckily the woman was perfectly ok and the truck driver (who waved us down) had been waved down by the woman initially. We established there was nothing we could do so we got on our way. (It wasn't us for a change!).

Once in the car, Marco and I realised we had the same thought, our stereotyped assumption of truck drivers was not one of handsome gentlemen, he didn't fit our expectations, what a treat on the eyes. 

Given we took the scenic route and spent time fishing, then being pulled by the crashed Bandicoot we thought it best to find any destination to settle for the night. 

We pulled up on the edge of nowhere and Marco very kindly cooked dinner and let my unwell self take a lie down, what a gem. 

Let's hope tomorrow is better.