Jase and Jess

After a good nights sleep for some (the one wielding the knees) and a bad nights sleep for others (the one receiving the knees in the back all night) we set off.

Jason was distressed to find that Betty’s headlight had blown and set about trying to figure out were he could get another.

We continued further up the coast to Portland, where Jason found an Auto Pro and a really helpful Guy behind the counter who helped out with a new bulb for Betty.

We had decided to visit the seal colony out on the coast, what greeted us when we got there was a 2 and a half hour hike over several cliffs to the headland in driving rain, gusty wind and cold conditions.

Jason and I in our wet weather fashion statements were alternately being blown around the cliffs like sails or getting rained on in the most unpleasant fashion.

When we finally came across the look out we saw the rocks down below and so 30 or so seals unaware of our presence and blissfully playing in the sea and sunbaking on the rocks, it turned out to be well worth the effort to get there.

The Seals at Portland

After heading into Hamilton we refuelled; us with low quality subway, Betty with Petrol, we stacked up on supplies and headed for Halls Gap.

Shortly thereafter we came across a fork in the road both signs pointing to Halls Gap, for no particular reason Jason took us left.

This was the beginning of the most pot holed, twisty, tiny single lane goat path we we had experienced

After what SEEMED LIKE FOREVER we found Halls Gaps, though unlike most towns it didn’t have a sign post to distinguish it as such; “Halls Gaps Extreme Golf” was actually the first sign that greeted us (WTF?)

After 3 or 4 laps of the town we found our accommodation (after consulting a map) we checked in fixed ourselves basics for dinner, after the first alcoholic drink in weeks, slept the sleep of a sozzled log.