Driving out of the city is obviously the slowest part of the whole journey. We managed to make good headway and after a solid 8 hour drive we made it all the way up to Streaky Bay for the night. We set up just behind the cliffs edge and set everything up for tea and sleeping. Nice flat bit of ground, it was time to sit and watch the sun set with a nice glass of wine. Such a beautiful location and setting, you can see right out to across the sea. 
Also, on our way there, we saw a GREAT BIG FLAMIN' GALLAH, I'm not kidding, we did, but we didn't stop to get acquainted.
What we did do, is enjoy our tea and go to bed. Early, because what the heck do you do once the sun has gone and there is no electronics? We both got woken up about 10pm from the noise being created from the wind. Bashing the tent and rocking the car... Just ignore it, it'll be fine - big mistake buster!
At about 12:37am we are both awake again, Phil gets out to secure the tent and all the straps and nearly blows away, the tent and the CAR are rocking side to side. Decision made, pack up quick and move to another camp. After driving around a few times we went to a roadside stop that we weren't particularly keen on the first time we saw it as it was too close to the road, but beggars can't be choosers. So back to sleep it was, less windy and less secluded.
