Friday, February 4, 2005 (Adelaide [Willunga] - Australia)
Who's keeping track of the time anyway? If only
petrol was drinkable. It takes a lot more than a few old'ish buildings to get
our blood pumping. The shameless commercial exploitation of any interesting
animal. What are we doing here? A simple meal is not so simple here but at least
we sucked a few bucks from the slots.
Day 333 (143). We had decided yesterday evening
to spend a couple of nights here in Willunga so that we wouldn’t have to
spend another five hours in the car again on the heels of several days of
intense travelling. Accordingly, we had no real reason to get up very early this
morning. Even so, when Sandy nudged me this morning to tell me that it was
nearly noon, I was quite surprised and even a bit annoyed at being allowed to
sleep in quite so long (I’ve long since given up on the concept of the
time of day but Sandy is still in tune with this for the most part).
It didn’t stop me from rolling over and falling to sleep for another hour
and a half, but then again, that’s the luxury of independent travel for
you. When I opened my eyes again, Sandy was now telling me that it was only ten
o’clock or thereabouts. She swears that she never told me it was noon to
begin with. These little miscommunications seem to happening more often now and
I’m not sure if it’s me that needs to get my ears syringed of her
that needs to swallow a reality
pill.I woofed down a bowl of
cornflakes with the bottle of milk that we were handed when we checked in last
night. I’m not altogether sure why we were given a bottle of milk. This
has never happened to us before. We think it has to do with the fact that tea
and coffee making paraphernalia is in the kitchen and perhaps free with the
room. Whatever the reason, at least we didn’t have to venture out this
morning to get our own. Sandy was peckish for a bread roll, a bottle of water
and an apple (don’t ask) so we walked across the street to the one
supermarket in the village to see what we could find. They had no rolls, no
apples and the only water they had was a one and a half litre bottle of mineral
water for AU$3,50 (€2.15). I never ceases to amaze me that the most
abundant and freely available substance on earth (water) can be inexpensively
tapped into cheap plastic containers from any of thousands of springs all over
the planet and yet is sold in shops for over twice the cost of refined
petroleum, which costs a fortune to locate, collect, refine and distribute using
extremely specialised industrial processes.
Call me grumpy but I didn’t buy any! This supermarket coincidentally had
the one and only ATM in the whole village but it was out of order. Here we go
again – it’s yesterday all over
again!Our every friendly pub
proprietor suggested we wander around the village to ‘admire it’ and
then told us how to get to Victor Harbour down by the coast. We walked around
the block looking for the buildings with interesting architecture or something
and eventually arrived back to where we started from but nary an interesting
anything was seen. Some of the buildings were a little older than usual,
perhaps, and I dare say this is considered interesting or quaint to Australians
(and perhaps Americans) who live in a country with just a couple of hundred
years of developed history but for someone who grew up in a country where
eighteenth century buildings aren’t even considered very old, it
wasn’t quite so eye
opening.So, we took of down towards
the coast to try to find out what it was about the region that excited our pub
owners. I think what might be affecting my perspective on and enjoyment of this
part of the country is the fact that the weather here is quite chilly, overcast
and grey with a blustery wind which seems intend on giving us both an extremely
bad hair day. It’s almost like England – but without the interesting
architecture. Apparently, this weather is not the norm for this time of the year
and it’s supposed to clear up in the next day or two. The one feature of
Victor Harbour that attracted our attention from the outset, after the half hour
drive to get there, was a small island just a couple hundred metres off the
coast called Granite Island. A two hundred metre jetty walkway that links the
island to the mainland is traversed every half an hour or so by a horse-drawn
trolley bus. Apparently, the island plays host to a colony of penguins and we
were keen to see for ourselves so we popped into the local tourist information
office to ask all about it. There are also penguins to be seen on Philip Island
near Melbourne but it annoys me no end that you are forced to pay someone top
dollar for the opportunity to see them – as if someone actually
‘owns’ and ‘manages’ the penguins! It seems that
anywhere in Australia that there are any interesting animals to be seen, someone
soon decides it necessary to exploit the poor creatures by forcing people to pay
for the privilege of simply having a look.
We asked the guy at the information office about seeing these penguins and were
told that we could see them only on a guided tour. What! According to him this
was the only way to see the penguins since they only come ashore during the
evening and although you can freely walk back and forth to the island during the
day, access thereafter is restricted unless you are a paying customer on a
guided tour. Bastards! I had to bite my lip and really restrain myself, which I
did by pulling a disdainful look and walking away from the desk in
disgust.Anyway, we decided to walk
across the long jetty to the island after all to see what we could see. It
didn’t seem like too far to walk and I wasn’t particularly in the
mood to pay AU$5 (€3,03) each for the privilege of sitting on the
horse-drawn tram. We set off across the bridge at the same time the trolley did,
as it happens. Since it was travelling at the same speed that we were walking,
we walked alongside it for the duration to shield ourselves from the wind. The
trolley was empty save for the driver. The island is very small at probably not
more than a Kilometre or two across but sits fairly high out of the water with
large boulders down one side. We wandered around the side of the island with the
boulders and could clearly see all the penguin nests nestled in between and
beneath them. A few of the burrows had chicks hidden away that we were just
about able to photograph by holding the camera at the right angle, so we did at
least get to see penguins after all – and for
free!The wind was blowing fiercely
all the time we were on the island so we stayed just long enough not to freeze
to death and, after a brief rest, made our way back to the mainland to find a
café that sold hot chocolate for Sandy before moving on down the coast to a
place called Goolwa. This was another one of our pub owner’s
recommendations. Apparently, there are some paddleboats there and the small
harbour is supposed to be very picturesque. Somehow, I was not holding my
breath. As we drove farther down the coast, I kept wondering to myself whether
or not we’d have been better off not staying to explore this part of the
country but to instead head straight down towards Melbourne and the Great Ocean
Road.
The problem is that we’ve since learned just exactly where the Great Ocean
Road is and the real good stuff is really close to Melbourne. We might very well
have been better off flying from Perth direct to Melbourne instead of Adelaide.
It’s starting to look like we would have saved ourselves an awful lot of
driving by doing so. Oh well. Perhaps things will get
better.Our high hopes of finding
something interesting to see in Goolwa were just about shattered when we arrived
and asked ourselves ‘What now?’ On the face of it, there really
didn’t seem like very much at all so we popped into the nearby information
office and chatted with the man behind the counter. He turned out to be a really
nice guy who lifted our spirits quite a bit. For one thing, he gave us some maps
that are very much better than the rental car agency’s and he even gave us
some ideas about where to stop along the long route down towards the Great Ocean
Road. On top of this, he called some of the other information offices that lie
in our path as we will move down the coast and asked about accommodation options
for us. We are thinking we will make Mt. Gambier our final destination for
tomorrow’s five-hour stretch of driving and he was able to confirm for us
that there are plenty of budget options there, including no less than four
backpacker’s hostels. Finding a reasonably priced place to stay has been a
bit of a sore point for us over the past week or so and so this news was very
comforting for me in particular. The nice man gave us some information on what
we could do and see in the local area and we left there much happier than we
were when we went in. In the end, however, we stayed only long enough to take a
few snaps of the one half-refurbished paddleboat that there was in the harbour
before heading back to our pub in Willunga for a nice pub meal. Unfortunately,
the nice pub meal was not to be since the kitchens only had a very narrow window
of opening times, contrary to what we thought we were initially told at
check-in. Instead, we had to drive out to the next town to find a fish and chip
shop. Oh well. At least we saved a bit of money that way. Incidentally, the fish
and chip shop charged more for their bottled water than did the supermarket
across the road here. I didn’t buy
any!Our mid-afternoon meal sent us
into a sleepy stupor and we napped for an hour or so. For the bulk of the
remainder of the day, we sat in our room reading more from our pregnancy books
together. It has to be said that we’re both really starting to get into
this whole pregnancy and parenthood thing – in very good way. We both feel
very much like we are in this together and I’d have to say that
we’ve grown much closer to each other also. It’s almost like
we’ve falling in love all over
again.Later in the evening, we spent
half an hour down in the pub playing on the slot machines. It was quite fun and
we even managed to come away with AU$10 (€6,10) more than what we started
with. Bonus! After a while, however, I really started to notice the smoky
atmosphere and I wasn’t happy about letting Sandy inhale in it for too
long so we took our meagre winnings and went outside for a stroll in the fresh
evening air. We went to bed soon thereafter. Tomorrow morning promises an early
start to a five-hour or more journey that should shave off almost half the
distance between hear and Melbourne and bring us within striking distance of the
Great Ocean Road.
Posted: Fri - February 4, 2005 at 09:55 PM
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