Ok everybody...chill out. We are fine, but the Nullarbor is long and arduous and amazingly there is no internet connection from Ceduna to Norseman. Time for catch ups...Enjoy.
Today is the last day in South Australia. Tomorrow we return to our home state. The border is close, but the sun beat us and we had to stop for the night. It has been an unusual day with Lisa being a bit uptight about schedules and distances. In the end, we have agreed to take our time, see the sights and finish our holiday as a holiday, and not as a transit from one point to another.
It was 0730 when our
day started, and we began in style with a hearty breakfast of bacon and eggs
before packing up the van. We were bound
to Ceduna whilst we waited for the visitors centre to open up. We decided to use our time effectively, and
made a quick stop to the newsagent / video store / hardware store / kitchenware
store/ toy retailer / sports store for a new journal for Emma. She is embarking on her third book for the
last week of her journey.
Once the visitor centre opened, I was able to go and pay for my green fees on the longest golf course in the world. The Nullarbor Links begins in Ceduna with two holes at the local golf course, and finishes in Kalgoorlie with two holes. In between there are 14 holes to be played at roadhouses and small towns. The course was designed and introduced to lower fatalities on the Nullarbor crossing, and since the introduction, the tally has dropped from over 100 deaths per year, to 2 in the past 3.5 years. Not a bad achievement for the humble game of golf.
Anyhow, Lisa and the
kids will have to endure my golfing for the next few days. Being Saturday today, I won't actually finish
the course until Tuesday when I get to Kalgoorlie. The two holes at the Ceduna Country Club were
pretty rank with shoddy fairways, clay surfaces and oiled sand greens. To say I played crap on these two holes is an
understatement, but I never proclaimed to be a great golfer.
From Ceduna it was a
short drive to Penong where the third hole is situated. I did a bit better here, but the green was
astro turf, and I played over it twice before I could get the ball to stop on
it properly. Onward we drove to
Nullarbor which is the fourth hole on this crazy course. Lisa was making lunches at the car, and the
kids and I walked the kilometre to the tee to play back towards the road
house. Something had definitely died in
the car wreck on the way out to the tee, but I wasn't game to look and see what
or who it might be.
The Southern Right
Whale is much different to the Hump Back Whales that I have seen in parts of
Western Australia. They were mostly very
serene, and quiet, floating and playing with their young. There have been 108 different whales spotted
in the are recently, so it was very easy to stand watching them frolic in the
ocean. Eventually we had to leave
though.
We reached the
Nullarbor Road House at 4pm with the intention of making some more mileage
before packing in the drive for the night.
I got my card stamped for the golf, and was warned of the local hazards. Firstly, the crows steal your golf balls, and
secondly you have to play across the runway of the main airfield. Please be cautious of the low flying
aircraft. This hole at Nullarbor was
evil. There was no fairway to speak of,
and the salt bush was riddled with wombat holes that were bigger than Milo tins
descending deep underground.
I lost two golf
balls on this hole, quite possibly to wombat holes. Lisa and Emma had to run back to the car for
spare balls so I could play out the hole.
I should be thankful that the crows stayed away, but was still dirty to
card a 10 on the hole. At 538 metres, I
don't know if I've ever played a longer golf hole.
At this stop we came across the BIG Whale, which we have added to the list of Big things that we have seen. I find it odd though that the BIG whale is actually smaller than it's life size model.
It took me 50
minutes to walk to the tee and play out this hole, so it was near 5pm when we
started driving again. Lisa was really
anxious about meeting wombats and kangaroos on the road, so we pulled into the
first scenic lookout for The Great Australian Bight. Hence we are approximately 110km from the
border, but better to be safe than sorry.
We were the only people stopped here originally, but there have been two
other cars pull in after dark. We had a
hearty and satisfying steak dinner, trying to cook and consume every last
vegetable and piece of fruit in the car before we reach the border tomorrow.
All I can think of
now, is what is the score from the footy?
No mobile phone, no internet and no radio…Eagles are playing the Pies
for third spot on the ladder tonight...POOP!
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