Our Australia trip

Today a busy day. We are planning to visit the Dutch shop office in Aldinga to pick up our Dutch specialties order and to go back to Colin for our kite. The first update that morning is good, the Australia Post tracking system informs us that the kite has arrived at the post office in Adelaide north. Also the weather has turned warmer which we all feel good about.

We pack up and drive slowly up the coast to Adelaide. Our first stop is Second Valley which was an alternative overnight option for Rapid Bay.

It’s a nice spot but we’re glad we stayed overnight at Rapid Bay. Still we decide to check out all aspects of this nice place.

Then we follow the same road back over the hills and past the pine trees.

Still in tourist mode we follow a sign that promises a nice view and it does. What we didn’t realise is that it took us up and up over several dirt roads. It was worth the effort when we reached the reservoir and the nice views.

Then we come closer to our first stop.

Aldinga Beach, where we get our Dutch store order. Unfortunately they had no pepernoten, which, so close to Sinterklaas, we had hoped up. However we’re good again on kruisdrop, kaneelstaaf, frites saus and frikadellen.

By now the Australia Post status is upgraded to “driver committed to delivery today” which is great, so we’ll see our kite again today. It feels like Christmas!

Then we decide to stay in Aldinga for lunch, and why not on the beach like everyone else.

And so we park on the beach, have lunch, swim and frolic. The dogs seem interested to go for a swim too until they feel how fresh the Southern Ocean is.

Then we get the word. Our kite has landed. We pack up and make it up to Colin’s. The road is horrible. Some genius – I bet the same dude who planted all these mini round about’s – decided to build a fast road through Adelaide that only goes one way (in the morning into the city and at night out of the city). Instead of leaving one lane free for poor tourists like us we had to weave through little roads with roadworks going on everywhere. Lucky we were not on a schedule.

Then we met Santa Claus – no beard – but who cares as long as he’s baring gifts.

And we say goodbye again.

Then the last windy road towards Cudlee to camp behind the pub.

We stop along the road to give telephonic road side assistance to our daughter Niki who got stranded with her mower in Sydney, so we make it just in time at the Cudlee pub for a Coopers Pale Ale and some takeaway schnitzel (Marjo) and a burger (Axel).

A great day.

Posted from Adelaide, South Australia, Australia.

Without a kite we can’t really move on, so we decide to make a loop down the Fleurieu Peninsula and hope for kite arrival at Colin’s on Monday. The Peninsula is not big so two days should be enough.

We decide to play the tourist and stop along the way. Our first stop is at a Cherry farm and we get some very nice cherries (alright, I hear you say: “what else would you get at a cherry farm?”….well hum, we could have gotten cherry jam or cherry compote. But we didn’t).

Then drove along nice roads and hilly country side.

Saw alpaca’s and many horses.

And made stops to boost the local economy. It’s great to travel in a bus with limited space; there’s only so much one can buy on the way.

Where possible we let the dogs out (reminds me of a song) and otherwise they were waiting patiently in the bus. It was cold outside, about 19 celcius and Nossi was dressed for the chill.

We stopped in Victor Harbor for lunch and found some attributes for our Christmas Tree decoration.

Then we set up our Christmas tree. Oooooohhhhh.

We are definitely in the Christmas spirit.

Upon leaving Victor Harbor, we stopped so Marjo could visit the local steel gallery. She was not impressed, certainly also when the artist was more interested in whether she was traveling by herself and perhaps had some room in the bus for him. Glad she only came back with a picture of his art and not with the artist himself.

Then we stopped to see the glacier falls, which were really a stream flowing over rock that apparently has been their since the glacial period.

It’s clear that we’re not the typical appreciating tourists.

We like a pretty car when we see one and this is the second time we see this group on our trip.

Then it’s time to move onto Rapid Bay, where we will stay for the night. The road takes us along the coast and past rolling hills. Meanwhile it starts to rain a little.

The campground is right on the beach and we park with a view (I must have had a beer by now as the picture is not really well focused).

It was too cold for a swim, so we settled for a walk along the nice beach with cave.

A great day.

Posted from Rapid Bay, South Australia, Australia.

Today is Adelaide day. We pack up and take the road down the hills to Adelaide.

First we drive to Elizabeth (suburb of Adelaide) and struggle through Saturday pre-Christmas shopping to buy some oil for the planned service at the Clarsen’s residence. Colin Clarsen has generously suggested that instead of paying someone else we could do the bus service at his place. We drive there next and encounter many many small roundabouts which are not fun to take in the bus. Some Adelaide planner must have chuckled when he drew these on the map, meanwhile thinking “we’ll get those idiots in their busses”.

Then we arrive at Colin and Jill where Colin and his son Cameron are busy to try and move one of their cars to make room for the bus. The car is not starting so we decide to just do the service on the side of their street.

Lucky for me Colin was so nice to watch for traffic so I would not get severed in half while lying under the bus to change the oil. We change the oil, the oil filter and fuel filter and check for any loose bolts from all the rattling dirt roads. It’s all good.

We felt really welcome and not only could we service the bus, leave our oil and old filters, but also enjoyed the great hospitality of the Clarsen’s and had a very nice lunch.
When we looked at how Cameron was in the midst of replacing the engine of his drift car, we didn’t feel to bad that we were leaving them with our used car filters and oil. Great to have such friends!

Just before we wanted to leave an Australia Post van pulled up and we were hopeful to get our kite returned (that would be three days after it was posted, where 1 day is the guarantee) but it worked out to be something Cameron ordered of eBay.

After saying goodbye we went to the campground in Mount Barker, not a long drive.

When we arrived at the campground we felt like David amongst the Goliath’s. Our bus plus trailer would fit easily in the bus to the right.

A fruitful day.

Posted from Rapid Bay, South Australia, Australia.

We say goodbye to Kapunda in style.

By now the temperature has dropped from 39 to 22 Celsius and rain is in the air.

After Kapunda we entered the Barossa valley proper and that is clearly noticeable with the sheer number of wineries and vineyards. The route past the main wineries is lined with palm trees. Not sure why, but it just is.

It’s not all vineyards here and we enjoy the variety.

The landscape is diverse and the bus is determinedly struggling up and down the varies hills. We and our unwittingly stream of following cars patiently endure. The benefit of this snails pace is the ability to absorb the nice surroundings.

We visit various wineries and decide to buy some wine at Bethany.

We also stop at a lavender farm and while Nossi, Dotti and I sniff the distinct fragrance, Marjo visits the shop for something to keep her as beautiful as she is.

Then just before we head to the campground, we see a sign Whispering Wall and are intrigued and somewhat surprised to come to one of the reservoirs supplying Adelaide with drink water. There is noticeable more water in the dams compared to Perth and I would say that Adelaide is in better shape to get through this summer than Perth is.

Marjo stayed near the bus and when Dotti, Nossi and I walked to the other side of the dam which was a strange feeling, the water so close on one side and the depth on the other. When we reached the other side Marjo could hear me talk to the dogs as if I was standing next to her. The wall transported sounds from one side to the other so clearly that even whispers were crystal clear.

From there we went to the campground. The GPS took us through the grounds of the Williamstown University and people looked kind of surprised to see a bus with trailer drive in one way and out the other and it took us quickly to the campground.

A wonderful day.

Posted from Rapid Bay, South Australia, Australia.

We were hoping for a cooling down overnight but that didn’t happen. So today another hot one. We decide to make it tourist day and visit the sights of the Barossa. We have some time to kill until Saturday when we’re visiting Colin for the bus service and a repaired kite, so what better way then to visit this beautiful area and the wineries.

It seems that Kapunda, where we are first, has a capita of 140 and about 60 churches. Marjo thinks that this estimate might be an exaggeration, but agrees with me that there are a lot.

There is a clear German influence in the region, with a clear Lutheran undertone. Later we learn that in 1838 when George Fife Angas, a director of a South Australian company, made a trip to London to promote colonization he met Pastor Kavel who was trying to help German Lutherans, being persecuted by the King of Prussia, to immigrate to safer places. Angas was moved by the plight of the Lutherans and persuaded Kavel that South Australia was a suitable place for emigration and also provided the generous financial assistance of $8000 pounds. So now there is a distinct German taste such as Hahndorf, Lobethal (wonder how the Australians pronounce that) and Klemzig.

Then we come to the place that put Kapunda on the map, the copper mine. The distinct green colours of oxidised copper are distinctly different from other earth colours we have seen sofar.

Because the mine is retired there’s a clear no-fossicking policy.

With a smile like that you tend to forget those silly rules.

Then we visit some things like galleries.

And have some lunch to cool down the dogs.

Nossi only chased down the birds three times before he got more interested in the bread I was feeding them.

Then we settled in the shade, hosed each other off and ordered delivery pizza.
Marjo meanwhile painted a Christmas theme while I read. By now the temperature started to drop a little.

We were somewhat shocked that the two pizza’s costed $45 but then saw the crusty base and the size and had pizza for dinner for two nights.

A yummie day.

Posted from Rapid Bay, South Australia, Australia.

It has now been six days and still my kite that was sent with overnight post on 6 December hasn’t arrived at the repairer. I’m truly annoyed with Australia Post and write an email and ring to explain my dissatisfaction. It doesn’t help.

So on we go, we decided that the coast on this side of the peninsula is not very pretty (murky beaches with lots of seaweed, probably great for catching crabs, and we aim for the Barossa.

Soon we see vineyards and the terrain turns more hilly.

Also people seem more into Christmas spirit here.

Then we get a call from the repairer. The kite has arrived and they have repaired it (same day, great service). If they need to send it to “van der” or to “smagt”? They can’t find it on any map. Don’t you love a name like that. We ask it to be redirected to Adelaide, to a friend Colin where we are going to for a car service anyway. That’s in three days and since Adelaide is on the overnight network we should have plenty of time.

By now it has turned very hot, around 39 degrees and the cows are looking for shade.

We start doing the same and rock up to the Balaklava campground, selected for having a pool. We find out that it’s the public pool and is used for school swimming. So instead we hose each other down and sit in the shade, hoping for a little breeze.

We also find the nice purple flower of which Marjo found the head on the beach. A great day.

Posted from Rapid Bay, South Australia, Australia.

Now we’re not far from a nice kiting spot (if we can believe the posts on a popular Australian kiting website called Seabreeze). This certainly is a windy spot.

So when we come to Edithburg and the nearby Sultana point we’re not disappointed.

Unfortunately the wind is not enough for my just acquired 9m kite and we can’t camp here, so we sadly say goodbye.

In this area there are many drywalls, stone fences made of stacked rocks. Must be quite a job to get a stable wall just from stacking varied size rocks.

Edithburg has an RSL pub with a nice mural and other older buildings.

As you can see we are getting a little bored; we’ve resorted to taking pictures of buildings…..

Well one more can’t hurt to share with you how big wheat is here. Everywhere around the peninsula you can see these kinds of facilities to store grain or whatever it is they harvest. Big road trains drive around to transport the wheat from the fields to the facilities and then onto ships.

Then we stop for a stretch and let the dogs wade in the calm ocean. To her surprise Marjo finds a quite nice shark egg. This is somewhat rare.

Suddenly we see that at this location they are all but rare.

They are all still full and will hatch in about 10 months or so. These are not Great White shark eggs as their eggs are hatched within the body of the female shark.

In Stansbury we admire the lime kiln that was used in the early 1900’s to turn lime into mortar. Apparently it never was a commercial success but makes a nice picture.

We also have some lunch.

It was impossible to get the dogs to look at the lens with our plates of food sitting in front of us.

Then we decide to stop in Port Vincent for the night, there is a nice camping with, if the wind picks up, a nice shallow kite beach.
While waiting for wind we take the dogs for a walk along the beach and find big pelicans.

They were happy sitting still but here is where Nossi has been trained too well in a previous life. When Niki had Nossi she decided that he was no agility material. Instead she used him to chase birds off her agility paddock so she could do the runs uninterrupted with Peppe. Now, many years later, Nossi still thinks that it’s better to have 10 birds in the air.

Dotti couldn’t care less about birds.

She is more motivated by food and is very happy to scrape clean the oyster shells after Marjo contentedly slobbered their contents.

The wind never picked up, so we settled in the nice late afternoon sun with a yummie fish and chips from the stall next to the camping.

A great day!

Posted from Rapid Bay, South Australia, Australia.

Fly’s in your nose, your eyes, and even last night in my beer. That was the decider, this was not a place to stay. No matter the nice view and location of the bus. Marjo was a bit sad, she liked the wind here.

And the sunset.

So we came to a compromise. One more walk and we would go further to the south coast to see if we could turn that South East wind into something useful (yay, kiting!). Nossi loved the walk.

Then we drove back between dunes and over dirt roads.

We love the bush camps but have had it a little with corrugated dirt roads. So we pick a campsite that’s close to the beach but accessible by bitumen. We drive past narrow, bushy roads and suddenly see Christmas bush. How appropriate!

The camping is on the beach, separated by a dune that keeps out the wind. Unfortunately the beach and shore is littered with coral and with already one kite underway to the repairer I don’t want to risk a second nor be myself scratched on the sharp coral. So we go for a walk.

Then we do laundry which dries pretty fast in this wind and take long showers.

A nice day.

The Gap was not our most favourite spot and we decided to move onto the bush camping earlier located by Marjo in our camp book.

So again the lovely 15 km of dirt road.

Nossi wasn’t happy but Dotti couldn’t care less.

We passed a nice girlie lake (I should of course not be a sexist and say “pink lake”).

And we arrive at a nice spot with many sites, all 4WD apart from the one with the great view.

With no one else camping here, we take this spot and muddle with the awning. With a very strong wind from one side and a strong sun on the other we can’t win. Either we sit in the blowing wind (with a lot of sand) or we sit in the hot sun. I try for under the bus which is free from most of the wind and from the sun. It has the additional benefit that I can check out what’s wrong with the water pump (for the fresh water) but decide to leave when it’s fixed. Although the dogs can lie for a long time under the bus in the shade, I worked out it’s impossible to drink a beer there. So we decide for a walk on the beach.

When we return we alternate between sun and wind. The sun side has the aded pleasure of lots of flies, so finally we decide to go inside. Hoping for less wind tomorrow.

A great day.

After waking up and another shower (it didn’t cool down below 27 at night and is already well in the 30’s in the morning) we pack up. Today we’re switching peninsula’s. That is, we’re leaving Eyre behind and diving deep into Yorke. It seems that there are plenty of bush campings here if you’re a big and ugly 4WD car with tyres that eat corrugation for breakfast. We feel powerful but it doesn’t last long. Seems an age thing and we feel appropriately small again when we see some of the mountain ranges.

It gets only worse when we get taken over by a herd of horses or do you call that a flock……stampede?

In Port Augusta it is clear that we don’t have to mount the ranges but keep them to the east.

While driving I have had thoughts of my submarine like kiting with little wind and while Marjo does some grocery shopping I find a longer and wider board (it seems my board is for a 70 kg person where my weight is a little more). After emailing and texting with a person in Melbourne and some friends, we arrange that they inspect and pick up the 2nd hand board and we’ll receive it in January.

Marjo returns and when stopping for the third time to finalise the deal with payment and stuff she gets bored and snaps left

and right.

Then we follow the road down Yorke peninsula. The strong NW wind with 30 plus degrees is turned to an even stronger SE wind blowing up dust.

It is not our day, first overtaken by horses and then by a train loaded with cars (well a least one).

So we focus on our surroundings and see an old friend. The pademelon, loads of them.

The towns here have purpose. Whyalla is a major steel town and here is the largest lead smelter of the south hemisphere. Nice to know, not to visit.

Then I notice how tall the antenna masts are in the Yorke peninsula which must be to receive signal across the hilly area. Perhaps nice to share and Marjo goes trigger happy.

Well, it proves a point.

Finally we’re brave and go down a dirt road. Only 15 km……

The wind is still strong, blowing tumbleweed across the road.

Then we’re there. The campsite is not what was promised in the magazine that featured the gap. It is very dusty, forgiven with flies, has a yucky toilet and the beach is not what we expected. Still we are glad to be here and on the beach.

I practice for scarecrow and it works on the gulls and Nossi also charges me.

Dotti can finally cool down and Nossi is over the moon after the 15km of grid like road.

And when we want to leave Dotti hides.

And Nossi tries too.

It turned out a great day after all.

Posted from Minlaton, South Australia, Australia.