Well it’s hard to believe our time on our little Island paradise is almost over. As we look toward returning home I will most definitely miss my Sunday morning strolls along the mighty Macca east coast, for a cold toastie and lukewarm coffee at the Nuggets with Mal 'Howlin’ Wolf' Vernon, Jamie 'Swati-pants' Terry (when not studying, or eating chocolate and pretending to study, or abusing my much loved guitar while I’m away!) and Alana 'Del Ray', when she feels like a stretch between gazing up at the clouds (sometimes she’s not even working whilst doing this).
Hard to image the animal harvest that used to take place here, with only a few rusting reminders, as the digesters slowly break down and the animals and birds reclaim the beach.
It really is such a treat to weave your way along the roughly 3kms of coast, side-stepping elephant seals, fur seals, gentoo, king and royal penguins. Watching southern and northern giant petrels devour an injured or just plain unlucky local, or marvel at the cheek and street smarts of those brazen skua, as they size you and anything else remotely edible up for a opportune feed.
Thanks Macca and the Sunday morning hiking crew for the unforgettable memories.
Curly
