It was time for a change of scenery and camp site today. I had booked myself into the Strathalbyn Caravan Park about 45 minutes away. This is an inland town at the top of the Fleurieu Peninsula. I left Second Valley at about 10. To be honest I was glad to get away from here, for despite leading an idyllic relaxed lifestyle I was going a bit stir crazy here. It was great to hit the road. I had been driving for about 20 minutes on a quite winding road when the traffic came to a halt. This road was busy today. There had been an accident ahead and the road was blocked. Along with everyone else I performed a 'uey and went back the way I had come. The only other way I could think of getting to Strathalbyn was to go via Victor Harbor, a town that I had visited before Kangaroo Island. I was initially going to bypass Victor Harbor and go straight to Strathalbyn but as I got near I saw Granite Island loom up and thought that I'd go for a walk. I parked up and walked along the foreshore. Just before the causeway to the island there were a load of interesting market stalls on the grass. I had been looking for a particular thing for Jay and was intending of going into Adelaide when I was back there to look for it, but as luck would have it one of the stalls had exactly what I was after! I can't tell you what it is as Jay isn't here yet and I don't want to ruin the surprise. I also bought some locally produced yummy olive oil. I then walked across the causeway and had a really good walk around. I explored the parts of the island that I hadn't been to when I was last hear a while ago. The weather was glorious, about 30 degrees, and clear blue sky. It was very busy. The little penguins were still there. After that I got back in the camper and drove up to Strathalbyn. The camp site here was lovely and quiet with very clean facilities. With it being inland it wasn't as frenetic as being on the coast by the beach. I'm here for three nights and think I'll be just fine.



PLASTIC CHAIR - STORY 5


It was summer 1991 and I was on holiday with my girlfriend and my mates Andy and Trav. We were staying in an apartment near Hersonissos on Crete. Each apartment had a balcony and on each balcony were a couple of white plastic chairs. One night we were all on the balcony. We'd just been into the town drinking cheap cocktails and when we came back we sat outside on the balcony drinking beer. Andy, along with all of us was drunk,and was sat on one of the plastic chairs swaying backwards and forwards. All of a sudden there was a loud snapping and cracking noise!! What was that! Andy suddenly looked very wobbly and was falling further backwards......... One of the legs on his plastic chair had snapped! Whilst Andy looked bothered and concerned the rest of us were killing ourselves laughing. Andy immediately started worrying about the consequences of what would happen when the owners discovered that one of their best white chairs was broken. He may be charged a fortune to replace it or may even get chucked out of the accommodation in absolute disgrace!! The consequences really didn't bear thinking about!!! Now because we were drunk the solution to this problem was not really thought out properly. These chairs were really cheap and would have cost pence to replace but being young and without a proper handle on the going rate for plastic chairs we didn't realise this at the time. It should be pointed out that down by the swimming pool below there were absolutely loads of identical white chairs. As there was nobody about the easiest thing would have been to take the damaged article down to the pool and replace it with a good one. That way nobody would have known who the chair breaking culprit was. But that was too easy and our drunk addled brains didn't think of this at the time! Instead Andy came up with a cunning plan. He decided the best course of action would be to dispose of the evidence. So he went away into his room and with the aid of his foot and a small pen knife he hacked the chair to pieces. Whilst this was going on the rest of us were sat outside and all we could hear was snap, bang, crash and Andy swearing. We were in absolute uncontrollable hysterical , belly achingly, rolling on the floor laughter. We were all crying with laugher especially when he emerged half an hour later with a plastic bag packed full of chair bits! I'm laughing now just thinking back to this incident, it was that funny! Now he had to get rid of the plastic bag. He had noticed earlier on a building site just down the road so he snook out under the cover of darkness and disposed of the evidence on that building site. He then went down to the pool area and brought another good chair back up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He never did get found out! When we got back from holiday we created a mock up newspaper, the Hersonissos Evening News. The headline was something like 'CHAIR KILLER FOUND, REMAINS FOUND ON LOCAL BUILDING SITE' with a picture of Andy looking very shifty!! I wish I'd kept a copy of this, priceless!!!!!



THOUGHT FOR THE DAY

Don't trust what the mainstream media tell you. They will only tell you what they want you to believe but this is not necessarily the truth. Most people (the sheep) take as gospel what they are told by the media, they don't question it. Don't believe everything you are told.