Now, before we get to important stuff about what the places we're visiting look like, here's a probably too close for comfort view of what the side of my head looks like . . working right to left, just to be different. Before, after, and the next three braids that are, frankly, trembling a little bit in their . . . roots. It's sort of I think pretty much what I expected (in other words, I really had no idea what I expected, which was half the point, so ...) but I do like it, in a kind of scare the children way.
But, back to the south coast: Whyalla, were we did a bit of wander the morning we left, was a strangely alluring combination of hard core industrial chic and no nonsense beachy vibe.
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Also memorable was the quite unreal clarity of the water (made even more incongruous when the periodic bursts of steam/smoke from the steel works lofted into the sky and the water in front of it bubbled rather threateningly)
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This incongruity combo thing is clearly regional, as we discovered something similar in the beautiful Port Lincoln . . . from the rather beautiful beach and marina front properties, eclipsed only by the sunrise (you had to be there before the clouds . . . ), to the nonchalant owners of the bait station at the bottom of our campsite (YES, we're actually camping with Pelicans! How very Storm Boy . . . which is kind of ironic as Colin Theile was born in the area and taught at Port Lincoln High for a decade after the war), to the most bizarre nature trail we walked into town that took use through the grain silo exporting plant (we had to follow big yellow footprints and take care to avoid the big trucks!)
All in all, we LIKE Port Lincoln a lot. A slightly cosmopolitan vibe to it (nothing as chic as Tanunda in the Barrossa, that had a bookstore, and the one here closed in 2003 due to lack of business) and a great feel.
Makes up a bit for poor Bean's rather traumatic day . . .
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And the cold evening we're now having. The selfie and the smile is of course from before the dental adventure . . .
