JAZZ, COFFEE and BEESTING AT ROBE
Trip Start Oct 05, 2009
325Trip End Oct 31, 2013
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15152 kms @ Beachport
Journey: Beachport to Robe
Weather: 21 degrees at 11.30. Sunny.
Overnight: Lakeside Tourist Park $30pn
Today is a short 50 km journey past coastal lakes from Beachport to Robe.
We enjoyed exploring Robe's main street. Always on the look out for a good pastry we ventured into the Bakery on the main street and selected a "beesting" filled with real cream and topped with honey and almonds and we had to admit that it was pretty close to the best one we have had, so it was back into the bakery for another.
A little out of town we located the Mahalia coffee shop/factory and enjoyed a really good flat white.
The town had a trendy ambience and was hosting a jazz festival for the weekend. We caught a little of the fine music and set out to find a place to park for the night. Two caravan parks were too close to the beach and therefore copping all the wind, another was a rather derelict place and finally we settled on the Lakeside Tourist Park which was situated by a lake and among heritage listed pine trees and we joined the queue of intending campers to check in.
That night we prepared dinner in the camp kitchen and were fascinated by a father and son preparing and cooking the Coorong Mullet and bream, caught 20 minutes before; I guess you can't get fresher fish than this. Unfortunately they did not invite us to join them.
On Sunday morning we took a long walk to the other side of town and admired the grand holiday houses and boats at the marina. It was a sunny day and as we were returning to our Park we met Col, our boat captain of a few days ago, in the front garden of a house that he was staying with friends. He showed us his town house that had been a bank and that he had been renovating for years and explained that Robe was a bloke's town which was why his wife would not move here. He loved fishing and sailing and had a boat moored here. Small world!
We drove to Cape Dombey and joined the throng of tourists braving the wind to view the cliffs and obelisk and then it was back on the road past the Big Lobster towards Coorong National Park.
This NP consists of a 100km shallow, saline lagoon close to and stretching along the coast and close to the Southern Ocean and at the mouth of Australia's famous River Murray; the Princes Highway passes close to the lagoon and we stopped a few times to take in the views and search for the migratory birds that stop here and see the Australian Pelican which breeds here. Australians are well informed about the lack of water reaching the mouth of the Murray with all the horrible implications of silting and the drying up of the lakes. As a tourist we had to admit our untrained eye did not give us a sense of impending environmental disaster. The lonely straight flat road was new to us and made for easy driving.
We were planning to camp at Camp Coorong, run by aboriginal people, where we hoped to join their local tour to gain knowledge of their culture and habitat. We drove into the camp ground, found it deserted on this Sunday afternoon and keeping to our rules regarding lonely camping reluctantly left this wild and lovely place amid the Coorong lagoons. So it was onto the town of Meningie situated on Lake Albert and we registered in the well situated caravan park there just in time for a spectacular sunset.