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Inverloch

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    • Day 13

      Big Drift

      November 6, 2019 in Australia ⋅ ⛅ 19 °C

      Heute war Waschtag. Da es schönes Wetter war nutzten wir die Wartezeit für ein kleines Outdoor-Workout. Anschliessend ging die Reise mit unserem Camper weiter. Im Wilsons Promotory Nationalpark befindet sich eine Sanddüne, Big Drift genannt, die wir uns ansehen wollten. Bis dorthin waren es zwei Stunden Autofahrt und 40 Minuten zu Fuss. Auf der Düne war es wie in einer kleinen eigenen Welt. Aber aufgepasst, bei viel Wind verschwinden die Fussspuren sehr schnell und man kann sich einfach verlaufen. Auch auf dem Rückweg hatten wir mit Fliegen zu kämpfen, die eklig um uns rum schwirrten.
      Auf dem nächsten Campigplatz in Port Welshpool angekommen brutzelten bereits die Hamburger, Süsskartoffeln und gefüllten Pilze auf dem Grill. Nach dem Essen spazierten wir noch zum Pier und ein Stück Richtung Stadt, jedoch war es sehr windig, menschenleer und unheimlich. Umso schöner war es, sich anschliessend im Camper einzukuscheln.
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    • Day 27

      Relaxen in der Sonne ☀️

      February 27, 2018 in Australia ⋅ ☀️ 28 °C

      Früh aufgestanden und zum Frühstück Müsli gegessen ging es gegen Mittag zum nächsten Stop, dem Beach im Ort Inverloch.

      Mit 27°C ließ sich der Nachmittag dort perfekt genießen.🏖

      Am Abend wurde mal ebend eine freistehende Strombox angezapft damit einige Sachen, wie Spigelreflex und Notebook, geladen werden konnten. 🙄Read more

    • Day 176

      Wilson Prom Nationalpark

      March 23, 2017 in Australia ⋅ ☀️ 19 °C

      Nicht schon wieder ein Regentag, dachten wir, als es am Morgen immer noch regnete. Aber je länger der Tag dauerte, desto schöner wurde es. Und das kann man auch zum Erlebten des Tages sagen.

      Wir fuhren in den Wilson Promontory Nationalpark, der südlichste Zipfel Australiens.
      Als Erstes machten wir einen kleinen Spaziergang zum Pillar Point, eine kleine Landzunge auf der Westseite. Begleitet wurden wir von wunderschönen Sittichen.
      Als Zweites erklommen wir den Mount Oberon um eine 360-Grad Aussicht über die gesamte Halbinsel zu erhalten. Begleitet wurden wir von einem betörenden Eukalyptusduft.
      Als Drittes besuchten wir den Squeaky Beach, was so viel heisst wie quietschender Strand - und es quietscht wirklich. Der Sand ist so weiss und fein, dass wenn man darüber geht sich die Sandkörner aneinander reiben und das quietscht. Begleitet wurden wir von einer aufdringlichen Möwe, welche unbedingt etwas von unserem Lunch haben wollte.
      Und als Viertes spazierten wir auf dem Wildlife Track, welcher seinem Namen alle Ehre machte. Wir entdeckten einen Emu, viele Känguruhs und als Highlight des Tages einen Wombat. Und dieser flauschige Fellknäuel liess sich nicht stören, nein es interessierte ihn gar nicht, dass wir da waren. Er frass und frass und wir kamen immer näher. Am Ende konnten wir ihn aus etwa 4m Entfernung wunderbar beobachten. Als er fertig war, spazierte er so nah an uns vorbei, wir hätten ihn streicheln können.
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    • Day 10

      Day 10 - Wilson prom to Inverloch

      November 20, 2023 in Australia ⋅ ☁️ 18 °C

      We moved to Inverloch and Sofia had a session with a chiropractor and she got better. We just enjoyed the evening with some beef steaks and got some good sleep.

    • Day 50

      The Sucker Comes to a Fiery End

      April 20, 2020 in Australia ⋅ ⛅ 16 °C

      Back in the "pre Covid" days we used to take the dog to the groomers for her regular haircut and beauty treatment. Those days are now long past. A few weeks ago Maggie ordered a set of dog clippers on line and set about learning how to cut hair (both hers and the dogs).

      This afternoon she decided that the dog really needed a trim. She propped the unwilling little beat atop the washing machine and set about attacking her tight black curls with the clippers. After about an hour of furious clipping the laundry floor was covered with black hair and the poor dog was modelling her new "Madam Pompadour" haircut.

      Maggie announced that the dog was finished and then set about vacuuming up all the hair clippings. For a little while the house resounded with the normal sounds of vacuuming, and then all hell broke loose. The air was rent with ear splitting cries, just like a demented banshee. At the same time Maggie started yelling for help.

      At first I thought she must have sucked the little dog right up the hose and into the vacuum cleaner.

      "It's on fire", she yelled. No, not the dog, the vacuum cleaner. By the time I ran to the laundry the room was full of acrid black smoke, billowing from the cleaner. It was quickly switched off and cast into the yard. All the windows were opened to clear the smoke. Once out into the open the cleaner continued to billow out smoke for some time. Now that was quite an unexpected turn of events, although in a strange way it did give colour and excitement to an otherwise drab day.

      The vacuum is still sitting outside, but we both know that it has sucked its last gasp. Its next resting place will be the garbage bin. I suppose we can't complain since we only paid about $70 for it around 10 years ago. That works out to about $7 a year. Not too bad.

      Later in the day we had another picnic by the inlet and then drove to investigate a future bike ride to Venus Bay. It was a nice ending to an exciting day.
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    • Day 45

      Oh No, Not The Tour

      April 15, 2020 in Australia ⋅ ☁️ 21 °C

      I woke up this morning to the news that the 2020 Tour de France is the latest casualty of the Covid19 virus. Although it was almost inevitable that it would join the likes of AFL football, the Melbourne Grand Prix, Wimbledon, The Olympic Games and so many others, it still seemed a little hard to accept that we will not be glued to our TV sets in July watching those glorious views of France.

      So many things have been taken away from us this year. If 2020 was a computer program, I am sure that we have hit the Ctrl-Alt-Del keys to reboot and start again. Unfortunately it's not that simple. It is looking like it will be a long, long winter for most people.

      Since we can only live one day at a time, we decided to make maximum use of the fine and sunny weather to get back out on our bikes. This time I left the gears well alone and we were able to get underway without yesterday's delay.

      Our first destination was the RACV Country Club at Inverloch. Of course we knew that the lovely restaurant would be closed, but we thought that it would be fun to at least ride around the bike paths.

      As we entered the main gate a group of maintenance staff gave us a friendly wave. We waved right back and continued up the hill. It was only when we riding past the main building that we heard a shout somewhere behind us.

      "Did you know this centre is closed ?", it shouted.

      Well actually we didn't. There was no sign at the entrance and the maintenance staff obviously didn't know it was closed either. I could have debated the situation, but it was much easier to play the "confused old person" card instead. We Uturned our bikes, waved to the grumpy guy and headed back down the hill. There were plenty of other places to explore.

      A short time later we were at the other end of the town and looking out over the beautiful waters of Anderson Inlet. If we are going to be locked up for the next few weeks, this is not such a bad place to be.

      Later in the day we returned to the beach with our dog. Over the past few years the beach has been steadily retreating away from the Esplanade. There is now a wide expanse of sand at least 500 metres wide where the sea used to be. This makes for a lovely quiet walking location - absolutely perfect in times where we have to practise social distancing.

      I guess the only people who are probably not excited about the retreat of the sea are the people who own the mansions along the waterfront. These places used to be able to boast that they were within a few metres of the water, now the water is a 10 minute walk away.

      The Weather Burea is predicting that the fine weather might be over for a few days. That probably means that we will not be able to get out on the bikes for a little while. It's just as well we have plenty of books to read.
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    • Day 39

      Settling in to our New Normal

      April 9, 2020 in Australia ⋅ 🌙 14 °C

      After arriving in Inverloch last night my solitary life has finally come to an end. It feels a little strange to now have someone to talk to and a dog to sit on my knee. We were worried at first at how we would be able to squeeze so much stuff into a small house, but somehow we seem to have managed the impossible. Maybe we should rename the house to "The Tardis". We even managed to find a place for our two bikes inside the house !

      Today was just too glorious to let it go to waste. As soon as we could get sorted, we jumped on our bikes and headed out to explore some of the bike path network. Although Easter is normally one of the busiest times of the year for Inverloch, this year it is almost deserted. Apart from the people who live here all year, there has been absolutely no intake of visitors.

      It was a strange feeling to be able to ride up the main street and see most of the shops closed. I don't how how some of these businesses will survive the loss of such an important trading period.

      We stopped to gaze across Anderson Inlet and admire the beautiful blue ocean. Earlier in the day I had seen some images on the Internet of towns in northern India where, for the first time in decades, they were now able to see the snow capped mountains of the Himalayas. For many of the younger people it would have been the first time in their lives that the mountains were visible, as they are normally blocked by a curtain of air pollution. Now that so many cars are off the roads, it is as if the earth is starting to rebuild its damaged atmosphere. The same phenomenon is happening in cities all over the planet. It is ironic that it might take a virus to shake us into action about what has been destroying our beautiful planet. Changes that take place slowly can somehow go unnoticed. I wonder if the people even realised that their amazing mountains were gradually being hidden from them.

      I spent some time practicing my new skill and I must admit that I am quite pleased at the progress I am already making. I can see why some people really get involved in this. My first few successes did give me something of a rush, and inspired me to keep practising and improving. One day I might even tell you what it is.

      Our first day together ended with a delicious crock pot stew. We have plenty of food and plenty of toilet paper too, so we should be OK for the next few weeks at least. The weather bureau has promised another lovely day for tomorrow, so I think we will be back out on the bikes in the morning.

      It's almost 9 pm already. Time for bed.
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    • Day 83

      A Trip or Two to the Tip

      May 23, 2020 in Australia ⋅ ⛅ 12 °C

      Ever since we bought our house at Inverloch about 12 years ago, the back border had been dominated by a row of scraggly cypress trees and an impenetrable barrier of lilly pillys. While the lilly pillys are on our side of the fence, the cypress trees belong to the elderly lady on the adjoining property.

      Although these all combine to give us a lot of privacy, they have been progressively getting larger and larger and encroaching more and more into our space. Whenever the kids play cricket in the yard, any ball hit in that direction is almost certainly destined to be lost in the wilderness.

      While we have been spending our time in isolation, we have turned our attention to the wilderness. What started as careful "pruning" gradually evolved into a wholesale frontal assault. With the aid of my chainsaw, hedge trimmers and bow saw, we have thrown ourselves into mortal combat with the green enemy.

      For a time it became a bit like the DIY haircut. Every time we had another look, we noticed another branch that needed lopping off. The trees got progressively smaller and the pile of branches grew ever larger. The "just one more branch" became a recurring theme. I started to lean further and further over the rear fence to cut off ever more of the neighbour's trees. I kept telling myself that I was actually doing the dear old lady a big favour and saving her paying for an expensive professional tree lopper to do the job.

      Today we reached a point where we could really go no further, without possibly risking backyard conflict. Besides that, the pile of cuttings had grown so large that we could hardly move in the backyard. We had to do something about the mess, but the problem was the Bass Coast Council told us that the local tip was "only open for professional gardeners". Apparently it was still closed for ordinary ratepaying residents.

      We decided to ring the local Inverloch tip directly and ask them if we could pay them a visit. They obviously knew nothing about the council policy and assured us that there would be "no problem". That was just the news we were looking for. So off we went to retrieve my trailer (which is on permanent loan to my brother in law in Wonthaggi) and started filling it to the brim.

      A couple of repeat trips (and about $40) later, we had cleared the pile and the backyard started to look open again. Maggie and I were very much reminded that we aren't young any more, but we did feel pleased with ourselves at what we had achieved. And what about the neighbour ? I don't think she has noticed yet.
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    • Day 70

      Mothers' Day in the Pandemic

      May 10, 2020 in Australia ⋅ 🌧 11 °C

      Way back in PC (pre COVID) days, Mother's Day used to be a time of family celebrations, of shared meals, hugs and kisses. In 2020 those simple things are now just a memory. This has been replaced with a technology battle to get everyone on line at the same time. Even when you have achieved the holy grail of getting a simultaneous, multi way link up, then begins the familiar dialogues.

      "I can see you, but I can't hear you".

      "Now you have gone blank"

      "Where has (name removed) gone ?

      "Your camera is facing the wrong way"

      "Stop all talking at once"

      "Stop moving the camera, it's making me feel seasick"

      And so it goes on. It is really not the same as a good shared meal and lots of kisses and hugs. Such is life in the pandemic age.

      After about 30 minutes of shared Skype time with the family, Maggie and I were exhausted. We needed a rest, so that's what we did. Much earlier in the morning I had driven to the township to buy some take away breakfast. The businesses that were open were doing a thriving trade, with queues right out the door and up the street. Even though it was only 8.30 am,, by the time I was served many items had already been sold out. I think the lesson to be learnt is that the businesses that adapt to the new trading normal, have the potential to do very well for themselves. Those that simply give up, will be left by the wayside.

      Later in the day we enjoyed a very long walk along the oceanfront. We were keen to see the changes that had taken place over the past couple of days. While it was true that the sand had certainly been shifted around dramatically, the damage was not as great as we had first feared.

      There is still a wide expanse of sandy waterfront, but it now has a lot more trapped expanses of water scattered about. This does make it a little more challenging walking the full length of the beach, as you are never sure whether your way will be blocked or not.

      Our day finished by watching Legomasters on TV. How refreshing it is to finally see a show which makes stars of ordinary people and nerds. I am not even sure if any of them would have a single Instagram follower. But the show is great fun for kids of all ages - including us.
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    • Day 63

      In the Plague Year of 2020

      May 3, 2020 in Australia ⋅ ☁️ 13 °C

      With all the doom and gloom that we have been surrounded with over the past few weeks I looked for something to read that would lighten my melancholy and bring a smile to my face. After a brief search for free downloads from Project Gutenberg, I found an entertaining book written by Daniel Defoe. It bore the title "A History of the Plague in London". It was just the sort of lighthearted book that I had been looking for.

      I sat down with the kindle and was soon mesmerised by his Defoe's account of London in the plague year of 1665. The first thing I decided was Defoe must have been quite a child prodigy. He was born in the year 1661, and therefore was only 4 years old when the plague was running rampant. He must have had either had an excellent memory, or relied heavily on third party accounts of the events that took place.

      The second thing that struck me was how similar the events were in 1665 compared to what we are currently going through now. Of course I know that our world is very different to the world of London over 350 years ago. They had no Internet, no Netflix, no mail order shopping and certainly no JobKeeper allowances. On the other hand, the government regulations and accounts of people's behaviour makes uncanny reading.

      When the plague first broke out, vast numbers of Londoners fled the city to find safer lodgings in the country. But, before they could leave the city, they had to have a certificate of health to enable them to pass the numerous roadblocks and checkpoints. There was also a serious shortage of horses to pull the carts to transport people out of London. Large numbers of people therefore had to walk their way to the country. The once busy streets of London were left largely deserted. All taverns, cafes and coffeehouses were closed, along with theatres and all other places where crowds could gather. (Sound familiar ?)

      Any house that reported a case of the plague was marked with a large red cross and a "watcher" was stationed outside the door. The purpose of the watcher was to ensure that no one entered or left the house. If the watcher had to leave to run an errand, they had to secure the door with a padlock.

      People who had any contact with an infected person had to undergo quarantine for 28 days. Any bedding, clothes or other goods from the infected premises were also quarantined. And all this was taking place before they even understood what caused the disease in the first place.

      Of course, there were a large number of scammers and charlatans ("mountebanks") who took advantage of the hysteria to make money at the expense of the vulnerable. Dodgy doctors, fortune tellers, amulet makers and astrologers all saw their opportunity to make a killing.

      In 2020 not that much seems to have changed.

      (If you would like to read the same book, it can be downloaded free of charge from www.gutenberg.org If you have a kindle reader it can be downloaded directly to your kindle.The whole process only takes a minute or so. )

      In the afternoon we went for a long walk along the coast. We were interested to see how the recent storms might have changed the coastline. Although it was evident that there had been damaging waves, to our relief the damage was quite modest. It was fantastic to see so many other individuals, couples and entire families out walking and riding.
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