Wilsons Promontory

Day 124 -Wilsons Promontory National Park, Australia

Edit: I’m going back on my writings and fleshing it out. So you will be familiar with most of it! My title should be “Hiking the Prom” (the nickname of the park), but I think that’s enough titles on that particular trope.

I have a shower available for the second night running, such luxury! I also took a very good breakfast, because it’s not because I’m camping that I should miss out.

Wilsons Promontory National Park – Breakfast at the Stockyard campground

I started my day by driving to Cotters Lake Walk, an easy walk to a beach. I saw emus from near, running from my car… in the direction I was driving. Survival instinct: zero.

Emus have a grey-brown body that disappears in the high grasses, leaving only their black necks sticking out.

Wilsons Promontory National Park – Cotters Lake Walk – The emus are the small black specks sticking out of the grass in the background

I reached the beach and played again with the waves, then on my way back I noticed the pretty seashells… that I couldn’t take back with me, both because it isn’t practical and because it isn’t allowed. It took me a while to realize that taking pretty pictures were allowed, and a good way of taking them back with me.

Wilsons Promontory National Park – Cotters Lake Walk – Seashell

Almost back at the parking lot, strange grunts and rustling made me look at the side… to see a porcupine, either stuck or trying to get under a log! I didn’t try to pet it.

Wilsons Promontory National Park – Cotters Lake Walk – Porcupine

My next walk was the Wildlife walk, where I saw more emus (see picture on top!) and, far away, some kangaroos.

I was still tired from the day before, so I took to the road early on the afternoon and chose to stop in a paying campground while it was still daylight rather than driving into the night to a free (unlit, showerless) one. (Traumatized, I tell you.) I also figured than since I was out of the national parks I wanted to visit, I would drive early in the morning and go further.

There were black swans and cygnets at the campsite, and a very friendly dog at the neighbour’s camping site.

Lakes Entrance camping ground

I was out like a light as soon as I settled down for the evening, which of course means that I woke up extra early, but well.

And also sometimes in there I didn’t realized that I switched time zone again, I realized today (Monday October 8th, in Sydney, while updating this post) that Sydney is on Melbourne’s time… which isn’t the same one as the Grampians’, the last time I changed the time on my watch. Since my phone and my e-book reader update their clock automatically, and my computer is still on French time, it took me a good week (maybe more?) to realize that my watch wasn’t in the same zone.

Pictures in the gallery, blablabla.