To sum up the past 7 days in five words or less, it's been exhilerating, relaxing/buggy and (finally) stressfilled.
Going back to the beginning, we spent 3 wonderful nights in Wilson's Promontory National Park. A wonderful big park with many hikes and hills and beaches. We got to play in the surf on a (nearly) deserted beach. We hiked up Mt Oberon (really only half way up, to be honest, as you *have* to drive up the first half). We saw wombats - a baby, a mom and a deviant one who tried to break into our neighbours tent - and bushy tailed possums and many wonderfully coloured birds. On our third morning in Wilson's Prom, we woke up to rain. All to familiar with the annoyances of a wet tent, we packed up as quickly as possibly so as to escape before the tent was soaked. While packing up, there was simultaneously a flash of lightening and a crack of thunder and next thing we noticed, a black plume of smoke was rising over the forest just north of us. Wilson's Prom, you should remember, has a history of devastating forest fires, so we were understandably worried, packing faster in the hopes of escaping the wildfire. We were assured on our way out the fire was in fact under control and nothing to worry about, however, retrospectively we're glad we left as for days later we heard news the fire was still burning in Wilson's Prom!
The next couple of days I've labelled relaxing/buggy, however don't be misled as buggy is in no way relaxing. The relaxing, pathetically, went on inside our car where the bugs were reluctant to venture. We camped for free along 90 Mile Beach, where there wasn't much more to do than read books and walk along the beach. You aren't even really supposed to swim along the beach as it is no monitored by the lifesavers.
Last night, Steve signed his contract. Though he's now (theorectically) gainfully employed, he's still got the headache of registering with the board, getting insurance, etc. We've also got to find ourselves a place to live and as we're trying to find the cheapest place possible, the pickings are slim. We visited one unit with a loft bedroom and another more conventional one bedroom unit. On Thursday we are going to visit a 3 bedroom house. Our trouble aside, the craziest, most mind blowing aspect of the whole experience was one we learned apartments are not rented with fridges in Australia! Furthermore, if they advertise a house with laundary it doesn't actually mean there is a washer and dryer, rather a sink and a space where you could put the washer and dryer if you were rich enough to own one.
Going back to the beginning, we spent 3 wonderful nights in Wilson's Promontory National Park. A wonderful big park with many hikes and hills and beaches. We got to play in the surf on a (nearly) deserted beach. We hiked up Mt Oberon (really only half way up, to be honest, as you *have* to drive up the first half). We saw wombats - a baby, a mom and a deviant one who tried to break into our neighbours tent - and bushy tailed possums and many wonderfully coloured birds. On our third morning in Wilson's Prom, we woke up to rain. All to familiar with the annoyances of a wet tent, we packed up as quickly as possibly so as to escape before the tent was soaked. While packing up, there was simultaneously a flash of lightening and a crack of thunder and next thing we noticed, a black plume of smoke was rising over the forest just north of us. Wilson's Prom, you should remember, has a history of devastating forest fires, so we were understandably worried, packing faster in the hopes of escaping the wildfire. We were assured on our way out the fire was in fact under control and nothing to worry about, however, retrospectively we're glad we left as for days later we heard news the fire was still burning in Wilson's Prom!
The next couple of days I've labelled relaxing/buggy, however don't be misled as buggy is in no way relaxing. The relaxing, pathetically, went on inside our car where the bugs were reluctant to venture. We camped for free along 90 Mile Beach, where there wasn't much more to do than read books and walk along the beach. You aren't even really supposed to swim along the beach as it is no monitored by the lifesavers.
Last night, Steve signed his contract. Though he's now (theorectically) gainfully employed, he's still got the headache of registering with the board, getting insurance, etc. We've also got to find ourselves a place to live and as we're trying to find the cheapest place possible, the pickings are slim. We visited one unit with a loft bedroom and another more conventional one bedroom unit. On Thursday we are going to visit a 3 bedroom house. Our trouble aside, the craziest, most mind blowing aspect of the whole experience was one we learned apartments are not rented with fridges in Australia! Furthermore, if they advertise a house with laundary it doesn't actually mean there is a washer and dryer, rather a sink and a space where you could put the washer and dryer if you were rich enough to own one.
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