There seems to be a hell of a lot of ports in this place. We pack up and leave the van park.
There is this “Attraction” at the local visitors centre in Port Augusta. It’s called the “tunnel of time”. Part museum, part AV display. Some people we know might call it “big history”, trying to tell the story of this region from Gondwana though to current times in a walk of a few hundred metres.
It’s good, but maybe not great, but given it’s 40+ outside at least it is air-conditioned. Our Sydney friends catch up and txt as they see our van our front. So another quick catch up. We are definitely going different routes home now.
Caitlin fell and grazed her toe! Too sore to walk.
We have an extra day up our sleeve, so we drive a bit further south around the east side of the Spencer gulf. We drive through Port Pirie (another port!)
Onto to Port Broughton, It’s a pretty small town in both senses of the words.
We book into the van park, it is maybe half full. Apparently a few days ago it was packed, but as the heat hit, heaps of people packed up and left. The park owner tell us to setup anywhere, take up two sites if we like to find the best shade. In the end we take them up on the offer and park between two sites, this way we can stay hitched up too.
It’s about this time we enter the van to find the fridge door has opened. It has been 44 in the shade, the van hasn’t been in the shade and is like an oven. Luckily very little has actually fallen out, but everything is warm. Yum!
Into the pool, which is standing room only. It’s cool, but only just.
Dinner and we try and cool down, which is more than I can say for the fridge, It’s not broken..It’s not broken..It just takes a long time to cool down….
The post office and the railway station are such iconic buildings of our past history, short though it is. Good thing that some of the towns you have been through have been left with their original buildings. Good for the tourist trade too.