Day 4 - Adelaide to Kingston SE

For the first time, all four of us made it to breakfast at the same time, and we made arrangements for the first long drive of the tour. This drive actually began slightly late due to David's failure to pay his hotel bill, and the need for the hotel staff to pursue him into the car park to make him cough up. Once this little misunderstanding had been cleared up, we set off with high hopes and a full boot.

A rather tasty bottle of the red stuffAnd finally, we made it to a wine-growing region while they were still prepared to flog us the stuff.  After a leisurely tasting session, a case of the product of the very friendly Lake Breeze winery was somehow squeezed onto the boot. 

Ferry 'cross the MurrayThen across the Murray river courtesy of the ferry at Wellington.

A pink lake.  Allegedly.


We then paused at a pink lake.  A very dry lake, and a very white pink.  Click here for another picture, and a closer view of why it's pink.

Site of Mark's lacerated rock-hoppersThe first of the Lake Breeze bottles was demolished during a picnic by the Coorong, loooking out over the Younghusband peninsula.  Mark decided to get a bit closer to the Younghusband by doing a bit of plodging, and managed to find every razor-sharp rock in the area to park his plates on.

Mark's brilliant photographyAfter a few crashes, David got the kite flying and Mark took a photo of the thing in mid-air.  But something went a bit wrong, as the results, while psychedelic, were not very kite-like.

Sand for Patrick to sink intoA longish drive along straight roads full of loads of bugger all took us to the other end of the Younghusband, with its huge and spectacular sand dunes.  So we decided to take a walk on them.  Mistake.  The main route to the dunes doubled as a track for 4x4s, where the vegetation had been worn away leaving a long upward gradient of extremely soft sand.  It was, shall we say, somewhat heavy going.  Rupert, David and Mark scrambled up the banks to find the firmer sands higher up, but Patrick (no doubt due to his greater mass-to-footprint ratio), was sinking into the silica with every single step, and looked in danger of conking out altogether. Still, we got some nice views of the dunes, and the sea.

Loads and loads of bugger allMore driving. More loads and loads of bugger all.

A bloody great lobsterFinally, we found a place called Kingston.  It had a bypass.  And a very large fibreglass lobster.  The fibreglass lobster had a motel attached to it with the last two unocccupied rooms in the area, so we ground to a halt and sampled the local seafood (which, as was becoming tradition, took an age to get served, but was really very good).
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