We had breakfast in Sorrento, had a bit of a look around the peninsular, Portsea, Portsea Beach and then made our way towards Wilsons Promontory and the friends we were going to stay with at Korumburra. Korumburra basically is a farming community and our friends’ farm was about 5km out of town. Their property and the spot on it where we parked our camper had a view to die for. They looked out over Wilsons Promontory and the surrounding coastline, which was very pleasant to wake up to after a great night catching up over beer and red wine (too much of both). Our friends took us down to their onsite caravan at a beach called Waratah Bay. Waratah Bay looks out across to Wilsons Promontory and was yet another very sleepy beach village where everyone was really friendly and there was quite a community vibe going on. We stayed there overnight in the van park and yet again, this was beach I was reluctant to leave. Good surf and wonderful locals. The only problem we had was that our camp site had a gum tree over it that was absolutely full of scale and sooty mould. That on its own wasn’t a big deal but the swarm of the biggest blowflies I’ve ever seen that the sooty mould and the scale were attracting was a problem. The blowies as well as being attracted to the scale were also attracted to the white end flies over our beds so the ends of our van were completely covered in these gross insects. Having gotten to know a couple of the local residents and friends of our friends in the van park we regaled them with some of our travel stories, including tales of our treks across the outback where we’d free camp for days on end away from caravan park amenities. I got the feeling that they started suspecting something other than sooty mould and scale in a gum tree was the reason why a noisy, revolting, dark cloud of flies were hanging around our site and no one else’s.
We left Waratah Bay and spent the morning driving into and around Wilsons Promontory. What can I say, another spectacular National Park that I wished we’d had the time to stay and camp for a while. The Prom has very strong echoes of Albany and Esperance with its hills, huge boulders and wild beaches with pristine whitest of white sands. I’m sure it would have been even more impressive had we been there on a sunny day, but it would have been a big ask to divest ourselves of our constant travelling companion, the bank of rain clouds that enjoyed our company so much in Perth its followed us ever since. I’ve tried introducing it to our other constant companion, the howling winds, in the hope that they might get on well enough to be able to entertain each other for just a few days so Jenny and I can head off for some quality time on our own. So far, that hasn’t happened.