Here it comes the 3rd and the final part of the superb family holiday…
Where was I? O-yes… I woke up the next morning without a clue of the time or the reason that actually had woken me up. Maybe subconsciously I still remembered the flight to Adelaide, which was the start of our coming road trip in South Australia. I rushed to the living room to discover that I would have less than 15 minutes time to get myself organised and hop on a cab to pick up my family on the way to the airport. Believe it or not, I made it on time and my parents were not even that angry to me :) …only few pretty “direct” voicemail messages from my mum.
Marko had flown to Adelaide already with earlier flight, after having little trouble to find the right airline company. Although missing the flight he was supposed to be, he still made it to the next flight and so we all met happily again in Adelaide airport.
The first mission after our arrival was to rent a car. After getting quotes from 5 different car rental companies we drove away with silver Subaru Outback. My only request for the car was that it had air-condition, but I should have had another one: FULL
INSURANCE! I will get back the latter one later.
As the weather was warm (+31) and sunny our first stop was naturally by the water. We had some Mexican food for lunch on the wharf in a place called Santa Fé (the food wasn’t as great as in my fav Santa Fé in Helsinki). After, we went for a walk on the beach and up we go again…
For this part of the holiday I didn’t have
pre-booked anything. The whole idea was to drive from Adelaide to Melbourne in 5 days and experience the beautiful coastal South Australia and have a stop-over where ever-when ever we felt like one… well one thing I discovered after the first night; - We were not the only ones!
At 7pm we started to wonder where to stay that night and after the first doomed attempt to get a cabin from a caravan park we discovered the dreadful truth that the whole city and surroundings were fully booked till end of the month! After 25 useless phone calls to different motels/B&B/caravan parks etc. I really started to realise that the next night would most likely to be spent in our Outback Subaru, until I rang this one caravan park somewhere in Clayton. A helpful man promised to organize 2 vans for us that night, without linen or towel though, but I was more than satisfied to have a bed and roof on top of my head!
In that point we were still unaware what was about to happen… Clayton was about 1,5 hour drive from Adelaide and soon we all discovered the new meaning for the words “middle of nowhere”.
It was already getting late and the sun had gone down hours ago. Every 5 kilometres there were signs warning kangaroos and other outback animals, but no road signs regarding Clayton. Suddenly we saw a gigantic kangaroo jumping and crashing on the right side of our car. It all happened so sudden and there was nothing Marko, who was our driver could have done. For one second everyone stopped talking. And then: What happened? What hit on us? Is everybody alright? Where is the animal? Is it still alive?
After recovering from the first shock and the fact that everybody was ok (meaning the people) we venture to get out of the car. No sign of the roo, so guess he get of with a fright as well. The car looked fine except the one missing part on the right hand side on top of the back tyre. (Great explanation, eh?)
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