The back to Penno exodus continues with the Wilkins and Passés rolling out this morning, followed by a suitably quiet mourning period with kids roaming around campground somewhere- until Ranger Dan & ADHDave couldn’t take the inactivity any longer and took some boys fishing.
This fruitful expedition culminated in some dingo safe gesticulations out of Dan’s passenger window (unbeknownst to Dan). Stuey making sure he was protecting the convoy as you never know when you’ll see a dingo- especially when cruising past the crowded cafe at the campground?! Sorry Dan.... but thank you for showing my boys the more realistic side of fishing.
We headed to Eli Creek for afternoon nibbles and some free entertainment as we had pulled up next to GUNNER79 and his choice mates pumping out some tunes and trying to attract some of the female backpackers who had just stepped off a tour truck as we arrived.
These girls weren’t doing themselves any favours sporting a goon bag between them, this however earnt them extra kudos with the inland Bogans who allowed them to sign their table in honour of their encounter. I was then lucky enough to be chosen to take a happy snap, with one of the more unattractive specimens delaying the picture while he debated as to whether or not he would take his shirt off or not. After trying not to vomit in my mouth or die from laughing - I couldn’t decide which, I was most disappointed not to be invited to sign the table for my services.
The afternoon passed relatively peacefully albeit to the soundtrack being pumped from a very expensive car sound system, this was until a dingo showed up, prowling for his evening meal left behind by thoughtless tourists.
To my absolute disbelief my tattooed and still shirtless mate threw him a sausage. Ranger Dave also noticed and reminded him politely what almost every sign on the island screams- don’t feed the bloody dingos. This reminder wasn’t taken in the spirit it was delivered, evidently these signs don’t apply (or we can’t read said signs) and more sausages were left behind as the chastened convoy hastily left. Kids were incredulous anyone could break the safety rules like that.
It was getting late and a bit dark so after Bec, Mel & Elke satisfied they had photo evidence of the dingo feeders to notify authorities later, we headed back to Cathedrals for some dinner and to help the Saunders spend their last night on the island with a suitably late night.