Sturdy and rooted in the earth

The shaking of our camper wakes me up. Man, who is shaking it? At first, I suspected Carsten, but he was still peacefully asleep next to me. A glance out the window showed me the trees shaking violently. It's going to be a stormy day. Well, that can be interesting with our wardrobe. At least it's not raining.

Today we have to say goodbye to Kangaroo Island.

But first, we have to say goodbye to Karin and Nico.

While having a cup of coffee in our little vehicle, we quickly exchange some information and contacts and then they are gone.

We also make our way to the Lagoon Walk. A small half-hour walk around a pond. Nicely laid out and even with kangaroos. They are quite cute animals.

Today we had to drive on the last tar road - to Sandy beach.

An eerie place. You could only reach the beach through a natural tunnel made of rocks.

And if you were lucky, you would even have dry feet.

The drive to the ferry was like a roller coaster ride again. The road went up and down and the wind made the car swerve left and right. We started feeling a little queasy.

On the ferry, it got even worse.

The best seats, at the front of the ship, were already blocked off as a precaution. And during the crossing, the seats around us became emptier and emptier. The only ones who stayed with us were a sleeping tradesman and a mother with a baby. The baby managed to keep the food in until 5 minutes before docking in the harbor, which it had been force-fed in the other harbor. But then the pacifier didn't help anymore.

So far, we were only a little queasy, but then, in addition to the rocking, the smell of vom......ugh.

Due to the weather conditions, our ferry had a 45-minute delay, which messed up our schedule a bit. So we got off the ferry and went. We had already been driving for about 10 minutes when our fuel light came on. No problem, there's a gas station up ahead. Unfortunately, it has been closed since 6 p.m. (it's now 6:15 p.m.). The fuel is enough for another 55 km. The next gas station is 50 km away. Or should we go back the 10 minutes? That seemed like the best solution to us.

So we turned around, drove to the gas station, put the snorkel in the tank, and .... nothing happened. Closed.

I already saw us spending the night at the gas station, without a bathroom and without fuel.

But the clever guy next to me, who knows the English language, just walked into the pub next door and suddenly we could refuel. Lucky us.

We reached our campsite around 8:30 p.m., had dinner, and went to bed.