17/03/2004 - Stage 1, Day 29, Page 1 of 4 - Port Lincoln, SA
Greetings all from sunny Coffin Bay (most unfortunate name for a pretty place). Before I get to the holiday business, there's just a few points of note. Firstly, Nigel has been sending out emails to tell people when our website has been updated. Some people are clicking on the reply button to send Brad and I an email. Because Nigel sent the email, all you are doing is sending a letter to him, not us!
If you are not currently being notified when our site is updated and you would like to be, send either Brad or myself and email and we'll get you on Nigel's mail-out list.
Finally, there are a few email and postal addresses that I don't have and would like. Can someone please send me Diana's email address, and Glennie's email and home addresses.
Now down to holiday business!
After finishing out last web update (8/3/2004) we stopped in at the camping and gun shop to pick up a couple of extra poles to hold up our shade tarp. On walking into the shop we soon realised it was actually a camping and G*U*N*!*!*! shop. There was the most empty display of camping equipment (strangely empty shelves everywhere in the camping section), but the gun section was a whole different story! Every type of gun, gun accessory and war toy imaginable on crammed display shelves. I had to stop myself from giggling at the display of full faced rubber gas masks and accessories in one section. And the salesman was strange, no, make that VERY strange. Brad and I said nothing to each other in the shop, but when we walked out we both looked at each other and Brad asked me if i thought something was strange in there. We were both in agreement that the shop assistant was Australia's next mass murderer.
Walked back home that day along the Parnkalla Track (the same one with the pretty veiw from our last web update). Bradley ended the day with a very sore leg muscle for no particular reason (maybe he's allergic to exercise!). Cooked up a very tasty thai style tom yum tofu and vegie dish for dinner before snoozing, only to be awaken hours later by our tarp flapping in the breeze. You see we bought extra poles, but no ropes or pegs to hold them up - we were too preoccupied with the shop assistant to think about ropes and pegs!
The next day (9/3/2004) was pretty lazy with nothing much to report. Checked out the Marina which is where a lot of fishing boats are moored. They were loading out pilchards for the tuna farms from the wharf, but I'll tell you more about that later because I've got pictures but they would be out of sequence if i snuck them in here!
We decided today (10/3/2004) that our mission was to go fishing. Headed into town to get ourselves a fishing rod and all the wares we'd need for such an adventure (also bought those ropes and pegs that we'd forgotten, but from a different shop). Down to the wharf we went. Left our fishing gear in the car and went off on foot for a little reconnaissance. Met a few fishermen and australian salmon seemed to be the go. Being long-term expert fisher folk and all, we had no idea how to rig up our own line for salmon. Not wanting to look like a pair of tourist numb-sculls, we surreptitiously observed the local 'rigs' - what sized hook/s and sinker, and their configuration. Reconnaissance complete, we headed back to the car to rig up our own rod. This way we took our place amongst the fishermen on the wharf looking like we knew what we were doing! After all, there's no need to look like a dick head if you don't absolutely have to!
The fishing went pretty well in all - we actually caught a feed! Bradley caught two salmon and I caught a small tommy ruff and a salmon. We met a fisherman called Bob on the wharf who bradley aptly commented could 'talk the leg off a chair'. Well Bob, between voluminous sentences, caught about 15 salmon in the time it took us to catch 3. We might have caught ourselves a feed, but I think old Bob could feed the whole town if you left him down there all day.
We didn't actually remember to take any photo's of our fish that day, but we went back 6 days later to get at least one picture of Bradley catching a salmon, although the one in the picture is a lot smaller than the ones of which I just spoke (yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, you've heard it all before).
Editorial note: Pigs Fly they do! LOL
