Peter & Teresa Go Global...
DAY 40: We both voted Port Fairy our favourite place and Oscarís our favourite hotel, but we had to move on. First stop, Cape Bridgewater, passing yet another sandy white beach to see the Blow Holes (which werenít blowing) and the strange Petrified Forest. The pesky flies were back and doing their best to ruin everything - without exageration, when parked, I could hardly see our front bumper for flies. Our next stop was Piccaninni Ponds Ė clear ponds in a large area of rushes, quickly forgotten when two tiny Blue Wrens took a liking to our wing-mirrors, landing on them and dancing up and down in front of their reflections. After a quick look at the River Glenelg at Donovanís Landing, we entered Mount Gambier for a snack and a look at the truly astonishing Blue Lake Ė it changes from a normal grey-green to an almost flourescent Royal Blue between November and May - no-one knows exactly what makes it change colour, but the water remains part of the cityís supply. Umpherstonís Sinkhole was another extroardinary sight, where a cave had imploded, leaving a wide and deep hole, which had been turned into an attractive sunken garden. We flicked our watches back another half-hour here, as we had crossed from Victoria into South Australia. As winds got up towards gale force, we passed several large lakes, checked out the unexpected, narrow Woakwine Cutting (1km long, 36m deep and cut through rock by 2 men in 3 years) and finally drove into Robe.

DAY 41: Annís Place provided another great breakfast looking across Guichen Bay, all the way to Kangaroo Island. We ventured out into the still strong winds for our 4+ hour drive to Flagstaff Hill, Adelaide, following the Princes Highway along the coast adjacent to the Coolong National Park. Striking countryside but the same for kilometre after many a straight kilometre. We only stopped to take a couple of pictures of the striking white salt flats and, in a couple of cases, pink lakes (apparently caused by a micro-organism). Passing around the shores of Lake Alexandria, we crossed the Murray River on the Wellington Ferry (a free service). Lunch break was at Strathalbyn, a small bistro opposite a very attractive park with Dawson Creek alongside. After a short walk around the park, we were off again to pass through the attractive rolling hills around Meadows and Clarendon, passing numerous vineyards before arriving at Flagstaff Hill. Not having seen Terry and Roz for about 10 years, you might guess we spent quite some time catching up and reminiscing, ending the evening with a drive up into the hills to look down on the lights of Adelaide.