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Thirty Two Years of Bliss or BS?

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Thirty two years ago I put my neck out for the Thali(Traditional Necklace given by the Bridgroom similar meaning as wedding ring)  and extended my hand,  for a ring and I guess that was taken as agreeing with the consensus that we get married.

So we got married thirty two years ago today.  We were two giddy youngsters who didn’t really know what we were getting into.

It’s been a heck of ride alright.  Regrets? yes plenty.  I regret that I didn’t start my taming sooner.  I am finding that it is indeed, hard to train old dogs.

Bliss or BS?  Well, I would be lying if I said it was all a bliss.  But, what would a mother of a two year child say, a two year old with massive tantrums, he is adorable but the tantrums?!!, mm yes her life is not a bliss but she does love her child and her life.  Yes, I do feel like that mother at times.

Some times I wonder if I have rocks in my head.  But then again I realise that sometimes those rocks appear to be diamonds.  But there are those times when they are just the one’s you buy from Bunnings (hardware store) in bulk for your garden.

I don’t think life is never a complete bliss nor a complete disaster.  It is what we make of it.  In my opinion life is always a working progress.  We have our set backs.  But then again those set backs teach us what to avoid the next time and how to progress.

This man next to me has let me learn and experience these things, been supportive of what ever I wanted to do or not do.  When I want to take up work or studies he has been there with the flag and when I want to quit,  again he has been there for that too.   Always stood by me in what ever decision I took.

If this man could support me with life changing decisions, I wonder why he can’t be supportive if I want to change the curtains or the paint the wall?  Why won’t he then take down the Christmas lights when I ask him to? Ok those are big ticket items I agree, how about just take those darn tissues to the bin.  I don’t think those used tissues got wings nor does the breadcrumbs and I am not planning on recycling either of them.  Use the dishwasher, don’t eat salami if you are planning on losing weight – wait, it’s me planning on him losing weight, not him, I get it now @@###.  Just listening would be a start, big old ears, just for decoration. @@## It’s no bliss listening to his BS day after day.

But…

In the scheme of things I come to realise that these are merely misdemeanors that could be easily pardoned with warnings and sometimes threats.  Ahhh!! that’s how he gets away with it every time.

Anyhow, I have come to realise after all this time, that I am a gluten for punishment.  So I think I might be hanging around with this man for the rest of my lifetime.

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Sun Hiding behind the clouds – Henley Beach South Australia

There has been many sunsets and sunrises in the last thirty two years.  It has been a wild ride Mr Ganesan.  Just like I did thirty two years ago, I am hanging on to my dear life on that pillion seat and never letting it go.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Eve of the New Year

This is from Rabbit Patch Diary – One of my favourite fellow blogger.

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The eve of the new year dawned quietly.  The sky  simply became a silvery blue.  Nature, that does not keep an account of time, as man does, did not give mention that this day was any different than yesterday.  Nature  just goes about its’ business.

In many homes, folks are decorating and fixing fancy foods.  Guests are expected and the midnight hour is highly anticipated.  None of that happens at the rabbitpatch.  New Years’ Eve is a quiet, reflective time for me.  I am likely to re examine the past year, by thinking of all the blessings it yielded.  I will consider my actions in the face of challenges and hope to do better next time.  I will also do laundry and carry the trash out. 

I do not make specific resolutions about things like a better diet or exercise. Far be it from me, to join a gym or…

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It has been so long…

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It sure feels that way regarding my presence in the blogging world. Not sure if any of my regular readers would have missed me. And amongst those whom I read and comment, have they been waiting for my feedback?

In the scheme of things we are really an insignificant being. Yet, I refuse to be bound by that thought. I am sure each one of us can be or could be that significant spindle that makes this world go around.


Here’s to a bright 2019.


Why the long silence you ask? well you didn’t ask. Still I feel that I owe it to myself to analyse, come up with excuses as to why I failed to write for so long. If I had failed to write, then that means I had not pondered and mused. I had not stopped my racing brain to stop and take a break. I did not give it an excuse to escape. I have ached to write but I had failed to make the next step.


It’s like tradition, I like to come screeching down, each end of year. But at least no deaths this year. At one stage I thought I was the one gunning for that place, but I have given the man upstairs clear signs to say ‘no thanks’ for the moment. Hopefully he gets the message this time and stops bothering me in the near future.

But even if the man upstairs stops bothering me the doctors haven’t let go of their prime money tree. “Que Sera Sera”

If anyone’s reading, I am okay, minor repairs and maintenance in progress, that’s all.


If that wasn’t exciting enough I decided to increase my work load. This job opportunity did come at an interesting time. My mind was at cross roads. I did not want to pass on such a great opportunity, but timing couldn’t have been any worse. Wasn’t exactly sure if I should add more stress to the already burning pyre. But the offer kept coming back at me with many alternatives and options. My desire to take up a new challenge overtook the hurdles that was staring at me. Final words from Hubby sealed the deal. I know he was reluctant as he feared the same thing, does she need the stress, could she manage the workload with her slightly compromised health. However, he could feel my anguish. With his support and maybe my bullheadedness there is nothing much I can’t do. So I gave my nod.

I had swapped my corporate career for family long time ago, initially because my youngest son decided to be a frequent flyer to the hospital and then his elder brother not wanting to lose the spotlight, lost his hearing and something had to give and it was my career that took the fall. No regrets on my part. I got to see my kids become healthy and happy. I saw them take their first swim, hold the tennis racket and kick the first goal. Along with that I also ran to the hospital many times not because they were sick but more because apparently they were being boys which meant many broken bones and stitches. My part- time flexible career allowed me to attend all the award ceremonies, school dramas and concerts. So, no it was not a sacrifice it was a privilege.

One who couldn’t walk 10 steps without needing the puffer is now a boxer. The other one’s hearing is not 100% but that has not stopped him from achieving what ever he wants. The one couldn’t walk without the puffer could always talk and now he is talking on the radio. On contrary, eldest was not much of a talker but he could always walk the walk and now, involved in building the new driver-less train line in Sydney. Sorry, proud Asian mummy moment slipped out.


The new job was really grueling at the beginning. Work was challenging, sometimes I felt I was out of my depth. It was a good test for my self confidence. The long hours and medications and it’s effects were dueling each other. End of each day I was exhausted. Close family were worried and I would say some are still questioning my decision. But that bullheadedness again, I am not one to throw in the towel so easily.

I am not exactly a religious person. But I guess there is one reason why I put myself on the fence of borderline agnostic rather than an Atheist. Sometimes, some things which are mere coincidences – just mere coincidences, but how does the timing become so apt it is hard to accept it as a mere coincidence.

At first I thought this job came to me at a bad time. Now I think differently. It has been an excellent distraction. I am happy to say that I am in control of my job as well as my health. I haven’t concurred either of them completely. It is a working progress.


Each one of us, is only promised today, tomorrow is a blessing. Let each day count. Even if you want to occupy that couch the entire day watching Netflix, do so because you want to. If you want to make money go ahead, if you want to spend that money, again, do so. It your life, it’s your choice. But just remember choices have consequences.


I like to finish up today with what I started. Yes, we may be an insignificant iota in this universe. But you never know how significant your actions or your words could be to another.

Believing, however small, however insignificant, that each one of us could make a difference, is what starts the process. One’s presence always matters.

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Waiting….

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There is a possibility that hubby would be back home in two days or three.  I am planning to cook up a storm tomorrow.  Cakes,quiche and curries are in the do list.


 

I am waiting to hug and to be hugged

I am waiting like when I was nineteen

What’s wrong me with me I think, I should have enjoyed the peace and quiet

But I was waiting ..

for a phone call or a silly text

I remind myself, I am not nineteen

But I know him better now than when I was nineteen

We have been through so much and love has kept us together

Together we waited for so many things

 

Waiting for the pregnancy test results was nerve wrecking

Waiting for the two bundles to be born was exciting

Waiting at the house auction was nerve wrecking

But together we made all those waits worthwhile

 

I am waiting to see him walk through that door..

Looking slim and slender (HA!HA – I can see the pigs taking off to the air already)

With his arms wide open – Most likely it would be the dog who would get the first greeting

With a bunch of fresh Dandelions for his Girl (Dandelions you ask!!  read my post on the Dandelion Guy – https://uma197.wordpress.com/2017/01/19/the-story-of-the-dandelion-guy/ )

 

Waiting becomes so much more bearable when you can wait with someone.

Waiting becomes worthwhile when you are waiting for that someone.

 

I am waiting to live the rest of my life with my love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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An unusual destination for a holiday (Part 5)

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Point Lowly Light House

It has been many moons since my last post.  That lovely holiday is just a vague memory now.  How I wish I could be back there again leaving all this humdrum.


Our week long stay in Whyalla came to an end and it was time for our return drive back to Adelaide.  We left early so we could stop at a few places that was recommended to us.

First stop – Point Lowly Light House.  Spectacular views in abundance and all for free.  Mother Nature really asks for very little.  And it is sad that we take her for granted and fail to preserve her.

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Next stop was Port Augusta

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Interesting fact – Port Augusta does not have a Port.  Just a Jetty.

These were rather quick stops and the flies gave us the necessary nudge to get back on the road.

And then came Port Pirie.  It’s a bigger town than the other’s we had just passed.  We grabbed our first coffee and the toilet break.

Going into small ports and towns for work, hubby does meet many interesting characters.  One of them is Craig.  Craig is an avid fisherman.  One of his tales is now part of the Port Pirie Maritime Museum.

He accidentally caught a Shark

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An exact replica with all the scars, wounds etc

Well she wandered into his net. As always it happened on a weekend, when officials were scarce, and knowledge of what to do was even more scant.  Initially he was told he could have the shark and an interested party was ready to part with some good money for the teeth.

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Then the officials changed their minds.  By then Craig had brought the shark to Port Pirie spending money and elbow grease.  The shark story was a big hit in the town, and it even hit the news papers, but without any mention of the hard work by Craig.  Hubby related this story to me and took me to see the museum.  Like the officials I may have completely got the entire story wrong or at least some parts of it. But the long and short of it is that a big white shark got caught and Craig took it to Port Pirie.

Many a things have been learnt from the carcass.  She had a sting ray spine caught in her teeth.  And they believe that could have been one reason why she got caught in the net.  She was unwell and was trying to catch the fish from the net rather than go hunting.

Next visit was to “The bridge to nowhere”

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The bridge to nowhere takes you to a little island.  It may be the bridge to nowhere but once again, natures beauty is everywhere in this part of the nook.


Hubby wanted to catch up with Grant, a shipping agent who has his office based in Port Pirie.  It was going to be a quick hello and we were going to go on our way.  The quick hello turned into a big chinwag and then further extended to an invite to Brett’s new home.  We were talking about great places to retire.  And I think this was Brett’s subtle lobbying for Port Pirie for our retirement.  Definitely worth putting it on the list.

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I think around 150 acres of it
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And that’s the view from his veranda – The Flinders Rangers

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Thank you Brett for this treat.


The final verdict for Whyalla and it’s surrounds –

Simply spectacular.  This region is so misunderstood.  Well, it ain’t Paris or Hawaii. If you go Bali and you were looking for the Eiffel Tower,  you would be told that you are in the wrong country.  Same goes for Whyalla, don’t look for the Shangri la, if that’s what you want, then this isn’t the place for you.  But, let me just remind you that, there is no Shangri La on the summit of Mt Everest either.

Whyalla gets a big thumbs up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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An unusual destination for a holiday (Part 4)

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Whyalla Locals’ Hang out

Sun is feeling shy to make it’s appearance. Dolphins feel the same way.  Of course I am disappointed.  But this is nature.  It is a stark reminder that we don’t control everything.  The water is choppy, wind is present.  The Beach Cafe has it’s entrance to the beach side closed and operating through the garden side door.  I find refugee inside the cafe and start my writing.

I have a 180 degree view of the beach and the Garden.  And of my favourite tree.  Met the gardener on the way to here.  Finally found out the name and the possible age of the tree.  It is a Fiscus Elastica, commonly known as a Fig Rubber tree.  Whyalla seems to host a few varieties of these trees. He believes the tree could be as old as 100 years. It had it’s first stay at the cemetery.  Due to it’s large root system and not wanting to disturb the residents they moved the tree to beach side location.  As per one of the locals, the council had wanted to cut this tree not long ago. Fortunately the locals put a stop to it.  I can never understand the logic behind these councils.  When you want to cut down an infected tree in your backyard, they will make all the fuss, but then they will want to cut down a perfectly good specimen such as this.  Anyway I am glad that this tree was saved from their ignorance.

More on the tree, as per my Wikipedia search these trees are mainly in Asia also in US the state of Florida.

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The warm cup of tea comforts my frozen fingers.  I smile at the waitress while adjusting my disheveled hair.  No words spoken, but its understood that my hair looks terrible but she understands.  The long bushy grass looks like my hair or my hair looks like the grass.  It depends on which way you want to look at it.  Same outcome different out look.


The above was all written a few weeks ago while we were still in Whyalla.  Last day of our stay and the internet gave way and the post got drafted.  I am home and in the real world now.  As always writing took the backstage while I cleaned up and got back to the normal humdrum.


We stayed in Whyalla for almost a week.  It was an interesting kind of holiday as hubby was working till late everyday, almost like when we are home, but this was different. When he got back, we either went out for a meal or at least a drive.  There was just the one TV, so we had to watch what the other was watching.  Made way for more cuddles.  Somehow less was more.

During the day, I would roam around the town – taking pictures, and talking to the locals.  It was a quirky little town.  But so badly misunderstood by the rest of Australia.


Whyalla and was and is a town that was built by the Steel industry.  Ironically the same industry became the ‘straw that broke the camel’s back’.  Collapse of Arrium Mining nearly turned the town into a ghost town.  The town is slowly being revived thanks to Sanjeev Gupta of Simex.  Morale and outlook of the locals seem rather positive but none have forgotten the gloom days.

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The signs of the collapse is still evident throughout the town.  There is nothing other than iron ore in the region.  As a very arid land, no farming or winery either to support the town.  However, digging up iron ore and making them into steel was a very big industry.  Along with the locals many professionals worked on a ‘Fly in, fly out’  basis.  So with closure of Arrium Mining, many support businesses such accommodations, cafe’s and restaurants took a hit too.  It created a horrible chain reaction. Those who supplied to the restaurants and hotels, anyone who works at these places, everyone suffered… it must have been so hard.


Thanks to an entrepreneur with a vision and the locals resilience the town is reviving again.

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But there is more to Whyalla than just the steel industry.  And that was a total surprise for me.

A strong sense of doing their bit for the environment, local pride and local Comradery is very evident.  This is a shop I found on one of my outings.

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You can bring your own container and fill up.  Whether it be Dish Washing liquid or Tea bring your own empty Jam bottle or any other bottle or container and fill up.

This is just a small country town, and in the big smoke Sydney and Melbourne there is resistance for just getting rid of shopping bags.  Who is backward now?

 

 

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I want to write more. However, real life is nudging me.  So I shall pen off now.  Promising to return soon, knowing very well, that I might break that promise too.  If not tomorrow, another day I will bring you more photos that would make you want to take a trip to Whyalla.

 

 

 

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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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An unusual destination for a holiday (Part 2)

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Starting from where I left off yesterday.


We had another hour or so on our drive.  Until now we were on major alert and on look out for any Roos that may jump in front of us.  Another hour to go the feeling of we are nearly there creeps in, giving us that relaxed feeling.  Just then..

We both at the very last minute see one big Roo on guard duty right on the edge of the road.  Thankfully, he had the sense not to jump in. Just before we could catch our hearts I see another on the other side of the road.  Once again we were lucky, he too didn’t see the need to cross the road.  Hearts in our mouth we continue our drive.  Hubby was driving very slowly.  We were doing 80kmph on a 110kmph road.  There was a car behind us, and he did  not hurry us either and I guess he was thankful that we were taking the brunt of the risk.

Another fifteen minutes into the drive we see another Four or more of them by the side of the road, having a good chin wag.  Finally we get to our apartment sweating buckets, just past 11.00 pm.

‘Good thinking ninety nine’ due to her past experiences luckily had brought a few items such as home cooked fried rice, Chinese BBQ roast pork etc, which became our makeshift dinner.  Our Apartment was very spacious and comfortable.  A major shout out to Whyalla Playford Apartments (more on the apartment later).  Soon after, we went to bed as Hubby had an early start.


 

Day 2 – Whyalla

I heard hubby leaving, but decided to continue my sleep, or more like start my sleep.

Early morning Epiphany – Whether I am in Whyalla or Paris, Whether we have rose petals on our pillows or not, what happens in the bedroom will remain the same.  Yes, I did not get a wink of sleep.  My very virile man kept me up all night…

SNORING


 

After a few failed attempts at sleeping in, I decided to start the day.  I slowly emerged out of the apartment and started to venture out into the nearby streets.  I checked out a clothing outlet and ended up buying a top.  So much for not wanting to do shopping in Whyalla, shopping ended up being my first activity.  Had a good chat to the ladies there, the sales assistant as well as a fellow customer.  Then I headed to the Beach.

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It was just simply stunning.  I do live near beach. However, I was once again in awe.  Australia on the whole being the largest Island in the world (it is not considered the largest Island as it is considered a continent, but technically this would be the largest Island in my books) we are spoiled for choice when it comes to beaches.  Each one unique in it’s own way and this was no exception.  I slowly walked around, taking it all in and just soaking in the beauty and calmness of this paradise.


I was caught breathless again by this beauty.

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How could you have such an amazing tree, right next to the beach?  But there she was.  I have asked many locals, including the Whyalla Council about the age and name of this beauty, but unfortunately not much is known about her.


It was time for lunch, and I was told that I couldn’t go wrong at the ‘Beach Cafe’ for a spot of seafood.  Recovering from Acid Reflux I dared to have some Salt and Pepper Squid with Salad, accompanied with a pot of tea.  It was just perfect.  On my way out, I thought the chef deserves a compliment, so I approached the guy at the coffee machine to convey my message.  Turns out he was the chef and the owner.  Lovely guy, who was very proud to let me in the secret that he learnt his skills from his mother.  I mentioned that it was the best Salt and Pepper Squid I’ve ever had and the Tartare sauce was to die for.  He also parted with the secrets of the salad.  This is not a cash for comments section, I am giving credit where it’s due and maybe it will help the next visitor to chose his or her dietary destinations wisely.  Fresh Ingredients,  homemade sauces, pride in what they plate out, accompanied with friendly service, you really cannot go wrong with that kind of business ethos.  Well done to Nick and the crew.  Needless to say I have become a regular at the Beach Cafe now.  ‘


After my nice meal, wanting to unload some of the calories, I start exploring the rest of the beach.

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I was walking on the left side of that archway, the entrance, when heaven just opened up and showered me a preview.  From up there I see six or seven Dolphins frolicking in the water below.  I excitedly followed them to the tip of this arch. There were two local girls siting on the point and watching both the dolphins and me with interest.  They told me that it was a pretty common occurrence and they come up to the boat ramp below, each time a boat comes back in. They follow the boat in hope of receiving a treat or two.

Armed with this information I headed back, keeping an eye on the boat ramp below.  Heaven was now prepared to air the main event.  A boat was heading back and was surrounded by a few Dolphins.  This is when I wished I was a bird with a pair of wings.  The young lad on the boat could understand my anxiety and was enticing the dolphins  wanting to keep them there until I arrived.

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Words cannot describe what I was feeling.  I was surrounded by these adorable creatures.  This experience is like none other, when you see them in the wild like this, it far exceeds any Sea World type experience. I am rather surprised that this town hasn’t capitalised on this well kept secret.  I guess that in itself becomes the uniqueness and beauty of the place.

Wyalla is so misunderstood.

Rest for tomorrow. Yes there is  more to this town.

Beach Cafe – http://www.whyallabeachcafe.com.au

Whyalla Playford Apartments – https://www.whyallaplayfordapartments.com.au/