Dec 05

Port Gibbon

It’s difficult to say goodbye from a place with such good memories. Here it was I made friends with Randy (when he introduced himself to Marjo, she replied with “sometimes”) who then came over every time with a liter of home brewed beer and kept feeding me more. And also where the kite decided it was time to split.
Well the decision is made for us. There’s no bread and no water anymore, so it’s time to hit the road again.

The first stop is Port Neill for fresh water and dumping the toilet. Most towns here can be found by looking for a big grain silo.

Also we need some bread and see if we can send the kite for repair. The first shop is a derelict petrol station that seems boarded up.

Luckily there’s an alternative. The only shop open in Port Neill with hardware, fuel, pharmacy, groceries and post office. The bread is limited to white only and they have no clue how to send and register / insure the kite to send to Tweed Heads in NSW. So we get some necessities, leave the kite till we get to Whyalla and continue onto a nearby camp site.

We come past Arno Bay (Arno is a good Dutch friend in Sydney) and we’re now going to be on the lookout for Marjo Bay and Axel Cove.

And we continue the road, now more inland with less wheat fields. A snapshot of our state-of-the-art cockpit with electronics and communication in suitable stands, our happy bird and a lucky travel hangy thingy that I mistook for a voodoo figure.

We arrive at the Port Gibbon camping where you can camp for whatever you think it’s worth. Apparently many people like this idea as it is quite busy and almost mimics a commercial camping with caravans in a neatly ordered row. Not everyone fits though.