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An unusual destination for a holiday (Part 3)

 

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Sea Gull Musical Chairs

It’s a balmy day. It’s windy too. No sign of the boats nor the dolphins.  But it’s still beautiful. I sit myself on a seat overlooking the boat ramp. Still in hope for a returning boat and the dancing dolphins.

No ripples on the water, but my hair is being blown away to all directions.  Then I see the somersaults in the water and my heart leaps again. They weren’t interested in coming to the boat ramp today.  I am a tad bit disappointed.  I settle for watching their somersaults.

They were oblivious to the troubles outside.  They don’t have to stick to a clock, just fish and eat when they please.  No argument to do the dishes or to take the trash out.  Don’t even have to worry about paying for the roof over their heads.  Just keep swimming as much as they please. It’s not about ownership, it’s everyone’s to share.

The little one’s not as clingy today. She has got the confidence to roam on her own.  She still comes back to check on her mother now and then.  Mum too keeps an eye on her.  Mothers of any breed are a special breed.  Whether, it’s a dolphin, lion or an ape they all seem human.

Thank you Whyalla for giving me this opportunity to watch and muse these beautiful creatures, your stunning landscape and the down to earth locals.

Having a salad and cake at ‘Whisk Away’.  Yes life is about fifty/fifty. Because I had the salad now I can spoil myself with a Choc Caramel Pecan Roulade.  Well I am saving half of it for later.  I am sure the Dolphins’ doing the same, work when they have to, eat what they should, but not denying themselves a treat when they could.  Life can be pretty simple when you don’t complicate it.  We think we are the superior animal just because we know about the moon and the stars.  The Dolphin fails to know about the moon and the stars but it happily dances under both. Why can’t we make our life simple and just dance under the moon and the star?


Walking around this place, you feel the camaraderie of the community.  The locals are a friendly bunch.  Most very ready for a yarn.

Very hard to go past without telling the story of Karen and Sam.  On one of my travels back from the Beach, I was aiming to get to the local supermarket Food Land.  My phone battery was on it’s last few bars.  Trying to evoke the Google Maps seemed a challenge.  That’s when I met Karen and Sam.  At that time they were not Karen and Sam they were just two strangers whom I felt comfortable to ask for directions.  After a few attempts at “turn left at the round about and after the Hospital” they both looked concerned that it was a fair walk away.  They were unaware that I was trying to dissolve the ‘salt and pepper squid’ I had for lunch. Karen offers to give me a lift to the Food Land and she insists.  So does Sam.  After my initial reluctance and feeling terrible about imposing on her generosity, I eventually agreed.  Even though it might have been an imposition I am glad I took her offer.  I truly met a gorgeous human being.  It is a set of bizarre coincidences and circumstances that makes us cross paths with certain individuals.  Well this was one of those circumstances.  Karen ended up staying till I finished shopping and dropped me back at my apartment.

We exchanged phone numbers and now we exchange text messages.  We have met up couple of times after that.  This couple have definitely made me believe in humanity. I like to share a video that popped in my Face book feed.

But sadly for Karen I am not Mrs Waldorf.  So she is not going to be coming into any good money or fortune because of me anytime soon.  Other than making a special request to ‘Karma’ to take care of her and her equally gorgeous husband, I have nothing more to offer.

Like most things in Whyalla I am extremely grateful for the opportunity to meet such a person in my life.


Signing off for today, more about the town of Whyalla to follow soon.

PS

Pecan and Quinea Salad and the chocolate Roulade was fab at Whisk Away.  Keeping up with the Whyalla theme, the staff were very friendly and helpful.  Fresh Food and Great Service never goes wrong.

Photos from this beautiful nook.  Once again my endorsements are voluntary and honest.

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Yes Life Doesn’t need to be Perfect to be wonderful

Sneak Peek – tomorrow’s blog

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Yes, interesting I know.  Well that is Whyalla.  It comes in all shapes and sizes

Whisk Away –  https://www.facebook.com/whiskawaywhyalla

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I am a beginner to all this blogging. Recently found a passion for writing. Not sure if I am a good enough writer to publish a REAL book. I am probably using this as a testing platform to see if I attract enough interest. I was born in Sri Lanka, now for the last 26 years living in Australia. So am I a Sri Lankan or Australian, it changes time to time. Lets say I am not ashamed to say I am a Sri Lankan but I think my affections lie with Australia. I am a cancer survivor, marriage survivor, war (civil war) survivor and what ever else the world/destiny has thrown at me. So my blog I guess would be about all those things. Humour is Huge for me, fairness is huge for me, I question everything religion, cultural beliefs, Political decisions. So watch out for some some fireworks laced with humour.

4 thoughts on “An unusual destination for a holiday (Part 3)

      1. A work still in progress- for us we are fine, but not far from us, schools were destroyed with flooding and now mold. Groceries still are not stocked as usual, but no complaints here. Jenny misses bananas. thank you precious one! love Michele

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