It took a lot longer to get to Tin Can bay than we had thought from the map (see the theme developing!). When we arrived it was getting dark but we managed to take a picture of the harbour at dusk which has come out well (see our Tin Can bay photos). The camping site was a mix of people who had come just for the dolphins (not much else happening really!) and permanent residents who eyed us suspiciously. It did feel as if we were invading their territory a bit. We managed a decent meal on the knackered old Barbie by the toilet block, played cards and went to bed about 8pm.The birds in Tin Can bay were the noisiest we had so far encountered but this assisted our early start at 6.45 am to be sure we did not miss the dolphins. We staggered down to the jetty for 7.30 am and waited and waited. The dolphins were late, very late. They had decided to have a lie in and did not turn up until about 9am! In the meantime we were lectured to by the rather brusque uniformed ladies who “manage” the dolphin experience who told us on the tannoy the story of the dolphins come to be hand fed here. Apparently the grandfather of the current dolphin was injured and cared for by the people of Tin Can bay until he got better. Old scar as he was known then came back each day to be fed and brought his son Scarry. Scarry’s son Mystique now comes with his mate and sometimes brings his own son. Mystique was named by the local primary school. So...we all fed the indo pacific humpback dolphins, after dipping our hands in purple disinfectant and following the instructions of the uniformed ladies to hold the fish firmly and under the water. Once we had done that we packed the van quickly and moved on.
Jo