Day 5 - Kingston SE to Port Fairy
From caves to Caves - a joke that has to be said out loud to work, but Mark was sufficiently pleased with it that it ended up being recorded here. The morning run was also punctuated by a stop at another winery, this time in Coonawarra. Two wineries, actually, but the first looked a bit corporate and shiny, so we moved swiftly on. We soon found an alternative in a pleasantly ramshackle-looking place with certificates and awards plastered willy nilly over the walls, along with photos of the management from 1974. So a good selection of reds was bought to add to the collection.
- plodging in the Glenelg estuary. Not for very long, since it was
tidal and the water entering the estuary was from a Southern Ocean current
straight from Antarctica. Still, Mark managed to avoid shredding
the soles of his feet this time.
And so for another long drive to the night's stopover at Port Fairy, where Rupert annoyed his wife by ringing her at 2.00 a.m. Minnesota time. A good pub was found that did massive bar meals, and a range of Aussie beers were sampled. This was of course in the interests of researching the theory that all Aussie beer is crap piss-weak lager.
rounds of ales and stouts successfully exploded that myth - after which
it seemed like a good idea to stagger back to the motel and attack the
bottle of Lagavulin that Rupert had brought along. The remainder
of the evening is a little hazy, though Patrick was at one stage heard
to be demanding, "In what sense am I dissimilar to soup?" Oh, dear....