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1st leg done

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1st leg done

We're sitting here on the Sealink ferry, our truck 1600km further along from when we started - the Melbourne to Kangaroo Island leg, signed, sealed and delivered.

Favourites? Well, just setting off was a big one... the roaring endless seas of The Great Ocean Road, those wild ragged cliffs and the ghosts of travellers past... the beautiful desolation of The Coorong, the dazzling white sand and the smell of baking salt on a welcome sea breeze, the crashing waves of southern seas that ebb and flow just over the dunes, the soaring pelicans, and early evening visitations from families of flashing electric-blue wrens that magically appear from surrounding scrub to chirp and dance on impossibly thin matchstick legs... the crystal-clear depths of Piccaninnie Ponds, the tunnels and caves that lie below... the quiet isolation of Kangaroo Island, its dusty dirt roads, its hidden sapphire coves that gleam in the sun and play host to bottle nose dolphins that hurtle, jump and spin in waves that roll to finally shed champagne bubbles on sandy shores.

And having the time, the inclination and luck to absorb it all.

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It's all about karma

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It's all about karma

Problems? More like inconveniences really. Busy right up to our departure, leaving late, forgetting bits and pieces.

Well, this morning we're camped at 42-mile Crossing, The Coorong, South Australia. A young couple approach after our breakfast of muesli, fruit toast and coffee.

Rani and Rasheed are French born, with family from the south of India. They are driving a clapped-out camper they've bought in Perth. The inside lights have been left on, the battery now flat. Rani looks sheepish. "Would you have jumper leads?"

We shuffle the truck alongside their van, happy to help out, connecting the leads and wait till their engine kicks in.

They talk a little, of their life in France and leaving their jobs to come to Australia on a 12-month visa, wondering what their family would think of their "reckless abandon".

We wish them well, and hope they enjoy their time in our favourite city/home - Melbourne - when they finally reach there.

But now we are running late, losing time we can ill afford, our Kangaroo Island ferry connection booked for 1pm.

Funny though, after our good deed, we seem blessed with a change in our luck.

We are 10min from the listed ferry departure time, with a 30min check-in period recommended. The phone rings. "You're how far away? 10min? No problem, come on down."

We are waved past the wharf barricade, backing the truck onboard - the barricade closed, the bow raised and shut.

Once on Kangaroo Island, we head for Pennington Bay to be greeted by a private show, over 30-dolphins surfing turquoise waves.

Then it's on to our camp for the night, us alone among rolling hills, by a secluded river outlet and beach called Western River Cove... and a magnificent Indian evening meal of 'Southern Pepper Curry' served with a glass of selected red from a well-travelled wine cask.

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