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Sat 24
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After a fond farewell we went into Nundroo where the next
hole of golf, Wombat Hole was played. Our next stop was at the Head of The
Bight where there is a boardwalk down to the cliff edge and viewing platforms
to watch the whales and their calves. We were a little early in the season but
there were some whales sighted in the last few days. The interpretive centre is
operated by Leon’s sister Claire and her husband Terry. We told them we had
already paid Leon to get in – they didn’t believe us. Still it was worth a try.
It only cost $7 anyway. We all went down to the platforms and were lucky enough
to see a couple of whales spouting in the distance. We also saw a dolphin surf
in on a wave. Everyone but Treas, Jan and I went back to the vans for lunch. We
were quite happy looking out for more whales and were lucky enough to see a
couple in a bit closer. There was a mother and her baby and we saw her roll
over on her back. That is what they do when they don’t want the baby to suckle.
We saw her surface several times as she drifted slowly closer and then along
the coast to the east. We saw another big one swimming out to sea and it was
moving quite quickly.
Our next stop was Nullabor Station where the golfers played
the next hole, Dingo’s Den. We didn’t fuel up there – petrol was $2.09.9 a litre and diesel was just a little cheaper.
We only paid $1.67.9 back at Nundroo. Luckily we had been warned. It is
also outrageously priced at Border Village. We ended up on the edge of the Bight
parked along the edge of the high cliffs and looking down on the water and
cliffs below. Mick talked George through
putting up his awning. It was a lovely sunny and still day and we sat in our
camp chairs, soaked in the view and sang a few songs before having dinner and
an early night.
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