Beyond the Grave

Marco once again got up to watch the sun rise, I'm still not rising that early, pal! 

Today we were heading to one of Australia's many National Parks, today it was Coffin Bay, for breakfast. On the way there we had to hit one of the ports so I could use the toilet, if an actual toilet is available then us girls would prefer to use it, not so easy or dignified squatting down to pee as it is for men! 

There were some very beautiful views from the National Park where we had stopped, I do enjoy eating my breakfast outdoors (when I can, I am British after all) but I doubt a grey skied garden will ever compare to the kind of views I had for breakfast here. I even got the binoculars out to have a nose at the islands, still no sharks spotted. 

After breakfast we headed to another part of the park so Marco could have another attempt at fishing. I was so engrossed in my book that I stayed in the car reading and admiring the view (if you read the previous blog you will know I was still unwell). Surprise, surprise, Marco didn't catch any fish. Come on, don't act like you expected it after the last two successes. 

After falling asleep in the car leaving the National Park I found us doing a very tight 85 point turn on a ramp near the beach... I think maybe we took a wrong turn? Then we actually made it to the beach and drove along what little beach there was to the end where the 4wd track was. Having not deflated the tyres very much, or be bothered doing so, when we reached a steep incline covered in soft sand the poor car struggled. We tried getting up there a good 8 or 9 times before admitting defeat and going to check it out on foot. The annoying thing was the soft sand was only on the incline. The bugger. 

We decided to give up on that track and head off in another direction towards Port Lincoln. We got on a track and would you believe it? Another No Entry sign. DAMN IT SOUTH AUSTRALIA! A little warning before getting most of the way down the track would be fricking awesome.

Due to this we detoured around about 3 or 4 times before ending up on someone's farm. THERE WERE NO SIGNS! That's even worse than a sign half way down. We casually tried to shoo these 4 cows out of the way of the track, one of which a calf, and another a bull. Well shit. This could end badly. Luckily they moved, most lucky as had we gone around we would have been front end in a massive ditch. 

So we followed the tracks along the fence, trying to find a way out, only to realise we are now circling around on ourselves. Eventually finding our way off the farm, at least, we got to a fence gate; we could see the bitumen road on the other side, within 10 metres of getting off this track for good, but no, 5 padlocks prevented us from getting anywhere. Turn around. 

Managing to turn around and literally going AAALLLLLLLLLL the way back we made it to where we started. Awesome. Big fat waste of time. ONWARDS! Deciding to stick to actual road this time we headed towards Port Lincoln. 

We made it in decent time 

and went straight to the information centre. Marco needed the in-house knowledge on the fishing companies. We also stopped and had lunch, yes, you read that right, lunch! We managed it for a change. Fish that was caught the day before (and two that were just given to Marco - I think someone felt sorry for him). We had those and then I wanted cake! Went and got cake, I have to say Australia never really offers a lot in terms of cake options, at least ones I like, maybe I'm looking in all the wrong places. And why the heck does everything close at 4pm? Do people not like cake after 4pm? 

We got in the car after cake and went to see if we could get Marco in good with the fishing boats. No such luck, most things were closed. 

After the farm mishap and feeling defeated at the lack of fishing jobs we decided to just drive straight up to Whyalla and stay the night in a Caravan Park. We had pasta for dinner in the unbelievably hot kitchen then tried our best to sleep, 36 degrees at midnight? Sheesh. It had even been raining on the way, like what?! Hot hot hot. Car doors open since the options were roast to death or risk getting eaten by mosquitos, the mosquitoes won. Try to sleep now... maybe it will be cooler tomorrow... yea right! 

Ok, I thought the title was funny because we went to Coffin Bay on this trip and then a few places beyond that. The play on words amused me.