On Friday November 15th we woke up in the rain and very, very cold. I have sleep really bad because of the cold and I’ve been putting layers of clothing, so now I wear two jackets, two shirts, a pair of trousers with leggings underneath and the sleeping bag. Yet I’m so frozen I get up super early.
We eat a couple of cans of flavored tuna (probably one of the most delicious things in this country. You can have tuna with chilli, tuna with onion, pepper, and best of all, tuna with rosemary and sun dried tomatoes) and have a look around. We are still in the Croajingolong National Park, beautiful but full of mosquitoes.
We decide to take a walk along the beach, where we found dozens of trees. Yes, whole trees stranded by the storm, creating a curious landscape when you look to the horizon.
When we look carefully to the floor, we can find a few small mounds of sand, as if it had something buried underneath and covered by a thin layer. Looking more carefully and digging a little we discovered that there are thousands of dead birds behind the sand.
Later we would red that it is a migratory specie that comes from Canada every year, and after flying 15,000 km to reach the beaches they arrive so exhausted that the vast majority of them dies. If we sum the creepy storm of last night, you can understand why there are so many, but sis still really sad.
We walk up a hill to reach the lighthouse of Point Hicks. There we see a small wallabie hiding from us, and a bird of bright blue that seems to pose for the camera. The wind is very strong but seeing the scenery, is worth it.
We stay a while watching a commemorative plaque of the discovery by James Cook of the part of Australia where we are. We go down the hill to the wreck of the SS Saros, stranded now at the foot of the hill as a tangle of rusty iron .
We descended back to the car and take the Princes Highway to finish in the town of Mallacoota, where we stopped in a bay with a small harbor absolutely full of pelicans.
Australian pelicans are not normal animals, they are giants. With a wingspan of up to 2.5 meters, they are real living pterodactyls. Their yellow eyes look at you so inquisitive as saying “Give us food!” and when they come to you, you find that are just huge.
After a few pictures we continue heading north until we reached the Bournda National Park. It is really dark, though the full moon allows us to set up the tent in the dark.
Suddenly I see a shadow under the car, moving towards the backside. When I realize, there’s a cat attempting to get into the trunk of the car, where we have all the food. I tell to Zor and we take the lantern.
Then, we discover that the animal is a… tree kangaroo? pygmy possum? He runs and climbs into a tree in a really incredible way. Runs on all fours, has a long fluffy tail and giant round eyes. Seems to have no fear of us, so we came to having him just half a meter. He looks surprised, his little face is so beautiful!
The next day we looked at our books. It was a bushtail possum 🙂