So after dinner our guide says that we can meet at 8 for a trip down to the beach to check out the stars.
As we’re listening to the safety bits our roommate Sarah realised that she had nuts in her bag so went to drop them back at the room. Unfortunately It turned out that the door wouldn’t lock, I went with her to try to assist but there was no keyhole! By this time Cat returned as she was concerned about her night vision. Sarah was really excited about the walk so I suggest that I accompany her down and come back.
Armed with a dingo stick and avoiding the electrified cattle grid we ventured off into the darkness. Now I see myself as a dog person and have suggested to Cat that I’ll make friends with them (like I did in Sri Lanka and Vietnam), however, with about two feet of visibility and with only a stick to defend ourselves, it was rather scary. We couldn’t find our group, we found a group of teens but they hadn’t seen our party. I was ready to give up , this is far too dangerous I thought. That’s when we saw a glimmer of light, still trying to find the group was no easy task….
We eventually found them , phew! Our guide gave us a great explanation on the stars and pointed out blue bottles. In Australia, blue bottles aren’t flies, their little jelly fish type creatures with metre long tentacles, it’s ok though, they can’t kill you (but the sting will last 4hours!)
We venture back and to be honest I’m pretty happy, I was on high alert the whole time which made it a slightly tiring and experience.
We still haven’t seen any Dingos but with all the warning and stories I’ve decided it’s probably best not to befriend them (being 98 % wolf and all)