so after filling my face with cereal, toast and maybe a pancake (or two!) we head to remarkable rocks. another one of those roy walker moments obviously!

it was extremely windy (as you can see from the photos!) but the rocks were unreal. weird, but unreal! they had been formed by some weird lava bubbling up and, erm, cant remember the rest! im sure if you wanna know google will tell you!

down the road a bit to admirals arch where the waves were massive, i mean proper scary crashing waves! where the land stuck out the waves were coming from both sides then meeting in the middle. and there were lots of new zealand fur seals covering the rocks- more aaahhhss! still freezing though so the novelty was starting to wear off! apparently there are more nz seals in australia, its just some guy, a long time ago, happened to see 1 (obviously lost his way!) around nz and said "i name these seals new zealand seals"!

after a picnic in flinders chase national park (watched by 2 huge black scary crows!) we drove to western river cove which was another pretty beach. next to stokes bay which in summer is packed, but being nearly winter there was 1 campervan and the cafe was shut! to get to the beach you had to do some rock climbing and caving combined. it also meant getting totally drenched as the tide was in so, being the girl that i am (along with a few others!) decided to laugh at everyone else getting soaked and trying to dodge the water and then head back to chill, dry clothes still in tact!

on the way back to the ferry we stop in kingscote, the other main town on the island, to watch a bunch of starving hungry pelicans being fed by a local guy who's been doing it for years! the pelicans were rather large and scary and looked like they had stick on eyes!

after dreading the ferry journey home it went a LOT smoother and i live another day to tell the tale!

up at 5.40 AM! boy, this better be worth it! we get picked up by scott, our tour guide, at 6.30, in the minibus (and when i say minibus im emphasising the MINI!). a mixture of nationalities, only 2 english people for a change! drive for about an hour and a half to catch the ferry from jervis bay to penneshaw. OH...MY....GOD! it is the worst ferry crossing i have ever been on! i reckon even my dad would say it was a rough crossing! it was 45 minutes of awefulnesss (is that a word?!), tipping, rocking, lurching every way possible. not a good start to the trip!

our first stop was prospect hill (note to self: hill generally means some sort of climbing involved, must get fit) which was up a gazillion steps but a lovely view despite the miserable (british!) weather i seem to bringing everywhere with me!

we head to the accomodation for the night to drop our bags off and have lunch. basically, in the bush is a large shed that someone has 'built' in 2 bedrooms and thought it suitable for people to actually sleep in! and yes, there are those incy looking spiders with long spindley legs RIGHT above my bed- no sleep for me then! we have a barbie inside the giant shed/hotel- the kitchen/eating/sofa area is all in one and pretty cool. the toilets and shower are in an outside block and while visiting the powder room i spot an absolute mamma of a moth.....mid flow! it scared the bejeezas out of me, i can tell you! and im not talking a big moth.... im talking the size of my fist! of course i have photographic evidence otherwise you guys would just think im being a sissy as usual!

lunch was delish then we go to seal bay. as you can guess, whoever decided to name places (and it was generally the british!) obviously had been watching too much catchphrase and had adopted roy walkers infamous phrase 'say what you see'. so guess what was at seal bay? well done! lots of seals! we had a guided tour along the beach where the seals (of which there were many) were generally chillin, stretching, fighting, and messing around, right by us. it was wicked. luckily we had come at a good time of year as there were pups around too (cue hushed squeels of aaaahs and ooohhhs from all the girls!)

as the weather was sunny/rainy/sunny/rainy, etc, etc it was touch and go weather we would be able to sandboard at little sahara. we made the trek over the sand dunes with another bus on tour and luckily the weather stayed good (to start with anyway!). i decided to wimp it a bit by going down with another girl sitting on it! it was scary as hell, but you couldnt scream in fear of copping a mouthful of sand when we undoubtedly fell off! which was only half way down the dune but so much fun!

i thought i had better try the 'proper' way (basically belly flopping head first onto the board and hope you dont flip over when you crash!). while i was contemplating this the rain started and a fabulous full, bright rainbow appeared. me being too concerned for my life i didnt really spend time admiring it but luckily my own private photographer caught the moment.

so, off i go........wwwwwwwwwwweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! ouch! i pulled muscles i never even knew i had but at least i did it! so they next time i thought it easier (and safer!) to go down on my feet (like snowboarding). this was much more fun, and despite feeling bruised and battered, and the hard trek back up the dune i had heaps more turns until the sun went down- aahhh! of course i had sand in places you dont want to know about but i reckon this is going to be one of the highlights of this trip.

on the way back to 'the shed' (sounds trendy huh?!) we stop off at a jetty and, armed with torches, we wait for those gorgeous little penguins to make their way up the banks to their nests. and to think, id paid all that money to go see them on phillip island!

after a yummy dinner of chicken, veg and rice (and pudding!) we grabbed our grog and went outside to where someone had lit the campfire. this was the first time i'd had toasted marshmallows and i was addicted! the burnt the better! of course we were obliged to play a game, and of course the tour guide knew one! imagine this: a cardboard box that you can only pick up with your teeth, no hands on the ground. then you tear a piece of ready for the next person. obviously the box got lower and lower and therefore the game got harder and more hilarious! so, who would have thought my talent was picking up a scrap of cardboard from the floor (grit and all) not even using my hands! well, not me campers! there were 4 of us left and the only reason we stopped was because the piece of card was getting soggy!