Published: March 29th 2011February 6th 2011
Somehow, I managed to wake up an hour before everyone else so I was showered and ready to go before anyone else stirred so I went for a walk. Where did the kangaroos go? To wherever it is they go to sleep during the day I guess.
I returned to find Dave making banana pancakes - seriously, amazing! So after filling up on breakfast it was almost time to leave but first it was washing up time so I took off my ring and placed it on the side and myself and little Swedish Emma washed up. Must remember to put that back on.
Today we were scheduled to take a little four km hike to the beach.
Unfortunately however, when we stopped and hopped out of the bus, I walked around to retrieve my sunscreen from the trailer to find that the trailer was empty.
'Err, where's my bag?'
Dave replies with 'where are the food boxes?' not exactly the reply I wanted!
The bumpy road had caused the trailer to unlock itself, open and throw out everything but the sleeping bags. The lightest things!
So we all pile back into the bus and go on a bag hunt. Why do I get the sudden feeling of deja vu?
Oh! There's a bag! But where are the rest?
There's another one! Oh. But just one. So we drive on a little more. And find a few more, but not mine.
And then, there, just down the road amongst all the boxes of food and exploded yoghurt was my previously brown and white bag (now just brown) lying in the dirt. I was so glad to have it back especially as my glasses were in there!
So drama over and we began the hike. We were surrounded by all colours of rock (but mostly red and black). We climbed up quite high and Dave announces 'we're going in here'.
'Where?' That tiny hole into that cave? I don't think so.
So in everyone went and I'm left stood outside.
'Dave? I don't think I can go in there.'
'Yeah of course you can! I've never had a person not fit in there.'
'I didn't mean because I'm fat (but thanks by the way) I meant because I'm claustrophobic!'
So he sent me on my merry way around the cave and down to the beautiful, empty beach. We stayed and took a look at it (which I have to admit, I do kind of get bored just looking at beaches) and then started to hike back.
'Erm Dave?' I'm pretty sure he hated the sound of my voice by now.
''Are we going back past the cottage by any chance?'
'Yeah sort of, why?'
'I left my ring there.' Idiot.
So forgetting about the ring that I rarely take off, we headed to remarkable rocks. I've got to hand it to the Aussies, they know how to appropriately name things because just like remarkable cave in Tasmania, these rocks were indeed, remarkable!
Huge, huge red and grey rock formations overlooking the ocean. So we climbed all over them and sat and enjoyed the view for a while (which I didn't find boring.)
It was soon time to check out the sea lions and it was suddenly very cold and windy. We walked down to Admirals Arch where the sea-lions were all playing in the water and chilling on the rocks inside the rocks. I think they should have called this place either seal or sea-lion island as I've seen many more of those guys than kangaroos!
We returned to the cottage to retrieve my ring and to have lunch.
Soon it was time to return to the mainland and away on the ferry we went. Goodbye Kangaroo Island, it's been fun.