Indeed we had a peaceful night's sleep the only traffic this morning was the odd truck.

There was no reason for us to hang around and we wanted to get to Fowler’s Bay as early as we could so we were turning those wheels around fairly early. The wind although strong wasn’t as bad as yesterday. The temperature hadn’t increased much either.

We stopped at Ceduna to fill up with fuel ($1.619/litre) to get us across the Nullarbor, purchasing fuel between here and Norseman was never going to be an option. We expect to get much further than Norseman before having to re-fuel so we’ll see how that goes.

We’ve seen a lot of "things" as we’ve crossed this way but never before a Lamborghini, and an orange one at that. There is a story attached to the possible owner of this Lamborghini. When Kimbo was working for Hentschke’s in Loxton he had to deliver a truck load of pavers to a mansion in Renmark. He was told by “someone in the know” that this was a holiday home for a rich west coast fisherman. He was told that this guy owned a Lamborghini and would take it out across the Nullarbor to give it a run every few weeks.    If this is fact or fallacy we don’t know but it’s a great story!

It’s been many years since we’ve visited Fowlers Bay and decided we had enough time to take a quick peek. It meant turning of the bitumen and taking a dirt road of some 30km odd. We’ve been keen to treat our magic bus with respect but not baby it, if it was good enough for our old girl to hit a dirt road then so it was for this one. This one after all was built by a “professional” and made to last. We were indeed spoilt for the first 10km then all hell broke loose. The corrugations were horrendous and the first glimpse we had that things weren’t going too well was when Kimbo looked in the rear vision mirror and noticed a pole hanging out of the pole container attached to the front of the trailer. He duly stopped and we got out to assess the damage, the end of the container was gone and possibly a pole of two. We went for a walk but it was like looking for a needle in a haystack, we had no idea how long the container had been open. To cut a very long story short we had cupboards opening, a light fell down and the shower door dislodged from its fixing and I had to stand there and hold it so it wouldn’t fall out for the last 5km or so. It was a very long slow trip and when we hit the bitumen at Fowlers I was beside myself with joy. The caravan park is still the same, a little bigger and owned by the lovely Rod from Peaceful Bay in WA. It’s a small park but with a bit of manouvering we were guided into a suitable spot and Kimbo set about fixing the shower door and working out a way for this not to happen again.  That will be tested tomorrow as we decide which dirt road to take to get back to the highway.

Fowlers Bay is one of those little gems that most people never take the time to turn off the main road and visit. We stopped here in 2002 and it’s a lovely fishing village based around an idyllic bay surprisingly! Most residents/shack owners want it to remain this way, but its well worth a visit even when it’s cold and windy. I love walking around the streets looking at the old buildings and imagining what it was like when it was a thriving sea town with a school and a population much greater than it now has. Some of the shacks that have sprung up since we were last here are very flash – there is no grid power here so everyone has to provide their own power generation. Given its windy and sunny not really a problem.

The wind continued to howl but we went for a walk out onto the jetty anyway and nearly got blown away. We couldn’t get the car out as we’d had to back into a very tight spot so he wasn’t going to get the opportunity to get back to his old fishing spot…..probably a good thing!!! Because it was so unpleasant down at the water we decided to play amongst the huge sand dunes. It was hilarious and gave my legs and heart a damn good work out!

Although there is a shortage of both water and water pressure I was able to get a load of washing done but we had use the ablution block for our showers.

There was a lot of debate between those who know and us about which road to take out tomorrow. I’m not looking forward to either one of them to be honest. The road we came in on is shorter than the other road that takes us directly to Nundroo but it is hard sand based and not as corrugated….mmmm what to do!

I made a huge vege bake to use up all the veges before we cross the border in the next day or so. Damn nice too if I do say so myself.

Although we had power there was no phone or TV reception. I couldn’t convince him to play a game so we watched “Snowtown” that I’d recorded months ago…….OMG although I knew the story of what those evil people did and knew it was true; to see it on screen was simply hard to watch.