I've got four weeks off from tomorrow and can't wait to get out of town. I feel devestated and worn out and just want to escape. I called in sick today, and for tomorrow, some stomach bug has laid me low. It's horrible. They're not very happy about it. I want to return bright eyed and bushy tailed and ready for a good 2006. Now, I just don't feel very together at all. Troubled dreams, throwing everything away; all the work and courage. I just can't wait to hit the road.
Still heading for Streaky Bay. I think it's about a 1500 k drive, maybe 1700. Spectacular views of churned up water, which is literally streaky.
Here's what one tourist site, travelmate.com.au, has to say about it:
"The first recorded European to set eyes on Streaky Bay was the Dutch explorer Peter Nuyts whose ship Gulden Zeepard passed off-shore in 1627, but it was left to Matthew Flinders to inscribe the name on a map in 1802. He named the Eyre Peninsula bay for the discoloured water which he assumed to be caused by the outflow of a large river but which scientists later sheeted home to an oil oozing from seaweed. The town has played an important role as a port and commercial centre for a wool and wheat producing hinterland and, increasingly in modern times, as a major fish producer and coastal resort. The commercial fishing bounty is based on King George whiting, crayfish, abalone and shark, with profitable side catches of salmon, snapper, garfish, snook, tommy ruff, trevally, squid, crabs and scallops. The town’s first building, Hospital Cottage (1864), is now a private residence."
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