MOVING ON OUT

After a night on the coast, just south of Adelaide in a little place called Seaford, and a ‘minor’ disagreement with the holiday park manager, we decide to venture further south on the Fleurieu peninsula toward Kangaroo Island, famous for its . . koala’s. Reaching Cape Jervis on the tip of the peninsula after dark, running deep ‘in the red’, we seek the nearest caravan site to recharge, clean and generally rest, and just in time as a friendly neighbouring vanner informs us that a heavy storms on its way. We see the storm through no worries, top down, tucked up. Chaz however, in his tent the poor thing, has encountered a number of issues through the night, first moving his tent for fear of being blown off the peninsula, then being pinned to the ground by the poles stricken by extreme wind, and finally having to initiate an intricate mote system inside of the tent for the accumulating water. The next day brings sunshine and blue skys, after some debate we decide to pass on the Kangaroo Island experience, deciding we can do without the hefty ferry fee and that were likely to encounter the islands inhabitants on our journey naturally.