What can I say! This is the toughest part of the holiday so far, killing the time and we have another two days to go............
We start the day sat outside having breakfast and watching almost half of those present packing up and pulling out, our neighbours walk past which kills about 20 minutes whilst talking, they have been here 18 days and have another 10 to go, we ask them what is there to do here for our three extra days and they suggest reading a good book.........They also tell us about the Pelican OP Shop, more about that in a minute, providing I have had sufficient to drink and can bring myself to tell you...........
We go out to buy some sea sickness tablets in preparation and of course to draw our daily maximum limit of $200, from the ATM, it's a limit imposed by the town to stop reckless spending by town folk......... We check out the bread situation which is dated 19/01, 8 days old, we, along with everyone else leave it on the shelves, this is because of a National Holiday following weekend, apparently...........
Wait a minute, one more gulp of beer and I'll tell you what we did next..........
We go to the OP shop, this is basically a charity shop run by volunteers that is open on Wednesday and Saturday mornings, boy are we lucky......... We go in and ask if they have any jackets/coats to help protect us from the possible elements whilst at sea on Saturday as it can be cold when you are leaning over the side giving your breakfast to the fish.........
We look around and one of the ladies pulls out this coat for Julie who tries it on whilst I'm looking through the men's items, I hear, "There you are it fits and will keep you warm" I turn around and see her in this jacket that is down to her knees and burst out laughing, I don't think the woman helping appreciated it but if I can I will get a photograph of her in it and even you Kathleen will smile at the very least when you see it...... Anyway it's all they really have that will keep her warm and it cost 4 dollars, that's £2 in old fashioned money.......
Now remember my reluctance to buy a T shirt (someone has done the washing now) well imagine what I am feeling in this neat and tidy affiliated shop to Steptoe and Son, when the same helpful lady holds out a lumberjack jacket that is lined for me, it's a medium, it's warm and it's 2 dollars, a £1.......... I ask if it's clean and she shows me where two other ladies are ironing items donated to them that week that they have washed, Sold I say but you can have it back on Saturday, fine just leave it in the box outside she says.
We get in the van and I say, "if I'd have known we were going to have all this extra expense, I might not have chosen to go on the cruise"
Next stop the Old Telegraph Station for Coffee, it's a 103 year old building that someone bought four months ago and is hoping to turn it into a restaurant / bistro. The Australian lady owner is slightly reluctant to speak with us but her South African husband talks for 20 minutes or so telling us his plans, his past careers, where the local bird and wild life is located, about the building itself, it's made from the Australian equivalent of Tosca but it has red veins running through it and then most importantly of all, he shows us where his resident Huntsman spider lives...... It's just inside the entrance and he lets it stay there as it's a form of pest control, taking care of blow flies and the like.......
We're off next in search of the local wildlife around a lake and having been warned about the Tiger snake once again, we walk along the path through the undergrowth mainly looking down at our feet. However we get to the lake without seeing anything whatsoever, including water in the lake, another failed expedition. We then start to drive to the Fitzgerald National Park but cannot do it without at least 30 kms of gravel road, so cancel that idea, turn around and head back, when we find a skink on the road side that just sat about watching us, he was not bothered by our presence at all and we got photos of him showing us his blue tongue.
Back to camp and our neighbours have packed up and gone, was it something we said or they did not want to be associated with a lumberjack impersonator......
We start the day sat outside having breakfast and watching almost half of those present packing up and pulling out, our neighbours walk past which kills about 20 minutes whilst talking, they have been here 18 days and have another 10 to go, we ask them what is there to do here for our three extra days and they suggest reading a good book.........They also tell us about the Pelican OP Shop, more about that in a minute, providing I have had sufficient to drink and can bring myself to tell you...........
We go out to buy some sea sickness tablets in preparation and of course to draw our daily maximum limit of $200, from the ATM, it's a limit imposed by the town to stop reckless spending by town folk......... We check out the bread situation which is dated 19/01, 8 days old, we, along with everyone else leave it on the shelves, this is because of a National Holiday following weekend, apparently...........
Wait a minute, one more gulp of beer and I'll tell you what we did next..........
We go to the OP shop, this is basically a charity shop run by volunteers that is open on Wednesday and Saturday mornings, boy are we lucky......... We go in and ask if they have any jackets/coats to help protect us from the possible elements whilst at sea on Saturday as it can be cold when you are leaning over the side giving your breakfast to the fish.........
We look around and one of the ladies pulls out this coat for Julie who tries it on whilst I'm looking through the men's items, I hear, "There you are it fits and will keep you warm" I turn around and see her in this jacket that is down to her knees and burst out laughing, I don't think the woman helping appreciated it but if I can I will get a photograph of her in it and even you Kathleen will smile at the very least when you see it...... Anyway it's all they really have that will keep her warm and it cost 4 dollars, that's £2 in old fashioned money.......
Now remember my reluctance to buy a T shirt (someone has done the washing now) well imagine what I am feeling in this neat and tidy affiliated shop to Steptoe and Son, when the same helpful lady holds out a lumberjack jacket that is lined for me, it's a medium, it's warm and it's 2 dollars, a £1.......... I ask if it's clean and she shows me where two other ladies are ironing items donated to them that week that they have washed, Sold I say but you can have it back on Saturday, fine just leave it in the box outside she says.
We get in the van and I say, "if I'd have known we were going to have all this extra expense, I might not have chosen to go on the cruise"
Next stop the Old Telegraph Station for Coffee, it's a 103 year old building that someone bought four months ago and is hoping to turn it into a restaurant / bistro. The Australian lady owner is slightly reluctant to speak with us but her South African husband talks for 20 minutes or so telling us his plans, his past careers, where the local bird and wild life is located, about the building itself, it's made from the Australian equivalent of Tosca but it has red veins running through it and then most importantly of all, he shows us where his resident Huntsman spider lives...... It's just inside the entrance and he lets it stay there as it's a form of pest control, taking care of blow flies and the like.......
We're off next in search of the local wildlife around a lake and having been warned about the Tiger snake once again, we walk along the path through the undergrowth mainly looking down at our feet. However we get to the lake without seeing anything whatsoever, including water in the lake, another failed expedition. We then start to drive to the Fitzgerald National Park but cannot do it without at least 30 kms of gravel road, so cancel that idea, turn around and head back, when we find a skink on the road side that just sat about watching us, he was not bothered by our presence at all and we got photos of him showing us his blue tongue.
Back to camp and our neighbours have packed up and gone, was it something we said or they did not want to be associated with a lumberjack impersonator......
This rascal is a minimum of 6 inches......
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