Eyre Peninsula

12 March 2012

Day Five. 11.03.12

No more green, this is now dry yellow and red dust on the way to the Eyre Peninsula.
It’s only a short drive as I desperately want to swim in the ocean, I stop here and there in the very few towns I drive through, one is advertising a “monster ute” show which I never found, and the next has drag races which weren’t on yet…

So I arrive at 3PM at my destination for the night, just off Port Lincoln. The campsite is dodgy as, with loud bogans for neighbours, blasting their music and making sure everyone hears their ute, or the kid’s dirt-bike… but it has a big bonus : for five dollars, there is beach access, which I can drive on, and a shower. How cool is that !

Sunbathing for a couple of hours, with a few pelicans for company, then it’s time for a shower, then a much deserved beer after this dusty drive, then dinner.

The flies drive me absolutely off the wall. They come in, by the dozen, in your mouth, your nose, your ear, on your face, it’s just crazy. I’ve got to wait for the sun to come down to eat otherwise I’ll have flies for dinner. And it will only get worse as I head north…

Distance today : 480km, total 2213km.

Note for the non-Australians : what is a Bogan ? Well, they usually are loud, wear flanel shirt, don’t talk but scream at each other, especially the kids, or the dog. They like being seen and heard, so the more noise the better. It can be fixing an engine without exhaust, blasting the stereo, or calling the TV a “f**ing referee”. Nice people, don’t get me wrong, but just not quite as subtle as you’d expect.