DAY 57 - ARNO BAY SA

ARNO BAY SA

DAY 57

I am feeling generally like a spoiled little brat in Arno Bay.

Such a shame life can’t be one continuous day like this one, although much of what I have experienced here is not so much about the place as about the people.

Caravan parks are funny old places at the best of times.

Not unlike hostels in that you get a collective of humans out of their routines (often travellers great distances from home) and this in itself can make for interesting connections.

It is rare a thing though, when somehow you feel as though you are the centre of attention in a particular place.

Not so much the centre of attention as that everyone knows who you are and even scarier, knows where you’ve been and what you’ve been doing – up to several weeks previously.

Soon enough word gets out about you and your story and people have started filling in the gaps and know things you haven’t even told them, just by talking to everybody else.

Things are then being done for you – not in a mothering kind of way but gifts that are bestowed from above.

I’m not embarrassed at the end of it all.

It’s just good to know that people can do things for others that they don’t need to but maybe just because they want to.

So what am I referring to in all of this?

Let’s just say for example that I’ve fed out on fish today without casting a line or spending any money.

And let’s also just say for another example that I am now set up to catch a feast from the sea anywhere I happen to be for the next 2 weeks and beyond.

I’ve had a good run for certain in Arno Bay.

Next stop is Port Neill and everything will be good there, just like it was here.