I had booked the ferry off Kangaroo Island today. As it is the peak holiday period in Australia now everywhere is very busy and I have more choice of camp sites on the mainland. December/January over here is like July/August in the UK when it is the big school holiday break. I had breakfast and said goodbye to the cool duck guys who stopped by. I left the camp site at 9 as I had the ferry to catch at 11.30. It was about 150 kilometres to the ferry terminal at Penneshaw. I got there at quarter to 11, so no worries, plenty of time to spare. I got checked in and waited to reverse the camper onto the ferry. This was done with no problems. I was happy to get back to the mainland. I went to Woolworths to stock up on food and then found my way to Second Valley. It's a tiny little place on the coast not far from Rapid Bay where I stopped a few nights ago. The straw coloured hills here are gorgeous to look at. The camp site was very busy but would be great for a couple of days. I had booked in for three nights. I went for a walk to the beach and jetty and just chilled for the rest of the day.


BONEY M ARE POO - STORY 2

I have really good memories of a camping holiday in France in the late 70's. I must have been about eight or nine. There were loads of us there:- my mum and dad, my sister Julia and I, my 'wicked' Uncle' Rodney and Aunty Sue, my cousins Ian and Stuart, and my aunt and uncles neighbours Keith and Ann. The camp site was in Hossegor. The camp site was very busy but the facilities were appalling. The toilets were the French style squat toilets and going for a poo was an ordeal. At night you had to be careful as there were no lights. The toilets stank to high heaven and there were loads of little white maggoty creepy crawlies all over the porcelain. You had to squat and balance precariously with your torch under your chin and your loo paper in one hand hoping like hell that you didn't lose your balance. It was awful.

Other memories are attacking everyone with my ace emu puppet and building sand castle cities on the beach. Another prominent memory relates to Boney M. There was a huge poster on a wall at the camp site near reception advertising a concert by those very talented and serious musicians, Boney M. Now I was young at the time, you understand and I loved Boney M's catchy and corny pop, ('You're crazy like a fool what about Daddy Cool'! ) and I wanted this poster. I longed for it every time I walked past it and I said so to my mum and dad. And so a plan was hatched to get this poster for me. My 'Wicked' Uncle Rodney was too chicken but my dad and Keith weren't. Under the cover of darkness one night with no one about that poster was removed from that wall. Some how it founds it's way to me! I was very happy.




THOUGHT FOR THE DAY

Whenever there's a big story in the media
Look for the story they're trying to distract you from.