After a relaxing four days in Adelaide, we left it behind to gradually make our way to Melbourne. We were excited to be joined by our friend Kirsty who had flown from Melbourne to make the trip with us. Our social life had seriously been lacking over the past six weeks so we happily gabbed away in the car.
It was a good thing, too, because our first driving day felt long and uneventful. The stops we'd chosen were a little underwhelming... Pink Beach certainly was pink - because it was COVERED in seaweed. The pelican viewpoint had a small wooden stand that looked likely to be infested with spiders and snakes, and the gas station was, well, a gas station. Needless to say, we were happy to finally reach our destination for the night: an 1890's farmhouse complete with original furniture and a bedroom full of creepy oil paintings of past family members. It was so remote, the owner had to meet us and guide us to it through her cow fields and through multiple gates! With a roaring fire in the stately hearth, we nestled in for the night.
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