Port Gibbon

Sun 18^th

The name of the day says it all. We were lucky to get fuel in Wilmington. Then we looked for a supermarket in a number of towns, but the best we could find was one in Cowell that opened from 10 till 12. We got there after one. After some lovely whiting and chips for lunch we continued down to Port Gibbon. It wasn’t easy to find, but after a couple of u-turns and several km down a dirt road we found it. We then continued along the track parallel to the beach for some km and saw several excellent camping areas with great access to the beach – all occupied and too small for our four vans to fit. So we did another u-turn and found our campsite which the book said had a shower and toilet. The shower was actually a tin shed with a hook to hang your bush shower and the toilet was a long drop. We had just parked our vans after much shuffling round to get them level when another group arrived and they had four vans too. They were all fishermen from Werribee. Soph, one of them was an electrician who used to do some work for your family.  Our campsite is quite near the beach. From it there are some steps (or a drive) going down to another flat carpark with a picnic table. From there, were more steps going down to the beach. We watched the fisherman fishing from the beach until a dolphin came along and chased all the fish away. We watched it swim around for a little while and then we focused on a young lad who was eating his dinner at the table. He was a 19 year old Pom on a working holiday who had a job since Easter on an oyster lease. He said that he inherited some money so he spent it coming to Australia and buying a care which he lives in. He goes back to England later this year.