Day 24 - Saturday 21 January - Streaky Bay

DAY 24

SATURDAY

21 January 2017 –

Ceduna – Streaky Bay

Late nights and early mornings, not a good mix. Paul had us up at 7.30am to begin the ritualised pack up, me on the inside and he on the outside. Not knowing where we would be camp wise, I was on the computer using my allowance of data to upload pics in between doing my jobs.

Once everything was done, we moved the van, connected the trailer and moved everything outside to hook up the car. I did what I could to help, not a lot, then went for a shower. When I returned Paul told me a gear lever cable had broken on the bike so he would need to get that fixed.

Once he was all done, it was back on the road.  Fuel stop first. We were going to stop and get oysters and sit on the roof of the Oyster Hut, as we had done 13 years earlier, but at 10am we just didn’t feel like them, so we ventured on, hoping we could get them in Streaky Bay, our destination.

Streaky Bay is only 110km down the road, just beyond Smoky Bay. We arrived in the town by 11.30am and followed the signs to the caravan park, just out of town, but right on the foreshore. We booked in for the next three nights, pulled the van in, set up and then just sat and enjoyed the view.

After lunch we took the car into town and had a wander along the streets and jetty. It was quite warm out and there were plenty of people out making the most of it. We picked up food for dinner, then investigated the pub: great Fox sport. We had a quick drink, before returning to the car and the van.

I caught up on photos and blogging, while Paul continued reading Matthew Reilly’s new book The Four Legendary Kingdoms. He only started it yesterday and was already ¾ of the way through.  It was a lovely, relaxing way to spend the afternoon.

By 5pm we decided it was time to head back into the pub to watch the NBL. We walked along the waterfront all the way to the pub only about 1500m away. Once there we asked for the NBL to be put on, grabbed a drink and made ourselves comfy. We watched Brisbane beat Melbourne (YAY) then ordered our oysters and squid dinner, which we ate while watching Adelaide beat Sydney. Dinner and champagne was delicious and the view was to die for.

I left Paul in the pub while I went off to take some more photos around the jetty. Once satisfied I had exhausted the angles, opportunity and light, I returned to Paul to see the final quarter before we returned to the van, stopping once more at the jetty to see how the fishers were getting on.

In bed and reading by 930pm, it wasn’t long before lights out.