Seems like a fitting follow-up title for Part 2 of the longest post ever.

I mean, this song is currently part of a court case, but I think even a deaf person could safely say it’s a direct blast at Bruno Mars.

Anyway let’s continue, where the hell was I?

Mount Gambier -> Southend

For anyone British reading, is it at all possible to say Southend without taking on a London accent, Sarfffff End?

I was literally about to say that there was nothing of interest between these two places… and then I remembered the Lighthouse that nearly cut this adventure short!

Cape Banks Lighthouse

That’s right you guessed it, located in…. Carpenter Rocks 😂

Now seriously, no amount of preparation can truly predict the day’s road conditions. Google Maps said it could be reached, ChatGPT assured me it could be reached, Gemini and Google Assistant both said the same. Traitors, the lot of them.

Ultimately the road turned to sand very quickly, my van is only 2WD and very precious to me, more precious than an up close picture of a Lighthouse.

Upon coming to a stop, I noticed I was about 1 metre from a cliff edge. I would have survived just, but JC would have met his doom.

Now with my butt fluctuating between a 50 pence piece and a 5 pence piece I proceeded to do a 300 point turn to get the fugg out of dodge.

Promptly stopped messing about and drove straight to Sarfffff End.

Sarfffff End Tourist Park

Location, location, location.

Quite a basic campsite by comparison to some of the big named parks but damn look at my pitch and my view.

Pretty much in the middle of nowhere, it has been one of my more enjoyable stays yet.

The only real downside with most campsites is that you cannot choose your neighbours.

I don’t know why she got to me but the lady next to me really got under my skin. Imagine Sandy from Grease if she had married the Jock instead of Danny and a pair of really tight cycling shorts.

Anyhoo she kept asking me about various different walks in the area, it didn’t seem to matter how much I said I didn’t know she just kept on asking. I think I am more horrified that I look like a “walker”.

The swell wasn’t great, so I dragged Jackson’s sorry butt on a bit of a trek and saw the following:

Cape Buffon

Not to be confused with Cape Buffoon, which I have happily renamed it.

Rainbow Rocks

Your guess is as good as mine?

Geltwood Anchor Memorial

To commemorate all those perished at sea.

In hindsight perhaps I am a bit of a”walker”.

Sarfffff End -> Beachport

This may be my longest trip between campsites yet. A whopping 19km. It was so close I had to go to the next nearest town and give JC a wash in order to pass time before check-in.

Southern Ocean Tourist Park

Another random place to stay, another beach with no surf.

But a campsite next to a freaking lighthouse. I truly don’t think you will guess the name of this Lighthouse?

Due to the lack of surf and because I am rapidly becoming someone who enjoys running (except when I say running, I mean jogging… no wait, fast walking), I decided to see the sights on an early morning run.

Let me tell you whilst this map is showing my heart rate, I can tell you that every red segment was uphill and my gawd it took some effort to keep going.

I was so broken after this that I walked Jackson and promptly crashed out until mid-afternoon, when I awoke with the feeling of being stared at.

And I was 👀

A lady by the name of Robyn was staring at me. We had met previously at Port Fairy and obviously she was now stalking me and so now we will be besties. I even got an invite to dinner.

Thanks for all the poppadoms and no chili

Beachport Jetty

Famous for being the second longest jetty in South Australia. At 772 metres long, I thought I’d better take a wander before moving on.

I had tried to walk Jackson down it the day before, but he made it about 100 metres before realising it was above water and deciding that was far too much bravery for one walk. We needed to turn around immediately.

He really is a scaredy puss.

In his defense, I found out halfway along that I much prefer to be in water than walking above it.

Call me Maybe (Carly Rae Jepsen 2011)

Crikey moses this is another long one, if you made it this far, congratulations you deserve a biscuit.

Lingo Bingo

It may be nearly time to call time of death on Lingo Bingo, mainly because I want to move onto Aussie Grub Bingo.

Because you know fooooood.

That’s finally the end of the 8 day epic post, thanks for reading, look forward to the next installment of madness.

XOXO