With a last tin of tuna given to the cat who adopted us and an unexpected loss of breakfast by yours truly, we departed Port Lincoln – just before the arrival of the next force ten gale.

My birthday is fast approaching and I am sick as a dog with some kind of hideous flu – I never get sick!!…..until I do. I am so glad now that we had an early birthday celebration with Deb and family (thank you again for the beautiful cake xx).

First stop is Cowell where B grabbed “his best coffee so far” and a short playground experience for kids and dad alike. I think that this is also the town where B scared a woman as he ran down the pathway (he was trying to get to the shops without Little seeing him). He is not a small man, and with hoody up and thongs a-slapping he is a bit of a scary sight.


No really, get off, it’s my turn.

You can catch a ferry from just outside Cowell over to Wallaroo if you don’t want to go up and over the top of the Eyre Peninsula. It saves you about 250kms of road travel. South Australians love their ferries. I think it has something to do with their “distance perception” (this is my own term, created after realising that Crow Eaters do not like to travel far from home at all, or even leave the town of their birth if possible 🙂 )

We got as far as Whyalla that first day out and I have to say that I was expecting barbed wire fences around every property, based on information provided by other travellers, but instead found a fairly large “mining town” that didn’t seem that much different to a lot of North West towns we have lived in or passed through……in my defence, I was delusional with fever. We had planned to stay overnight but B was very keen to check out the Onesteel Steelworks and as luck would have it we were able to get on a tour the next morning. What can I say, the man loves his metal!

It’s not very hard to find the Tourist Centre at Whyalla. They have very conveniently popped the HMAS Whyalla outside the front door. It was the first ship built at the naval shipyards here in 1941 and was brought back and parked up in 1987.

Yep, it's a big boat.

Yep, it’s a big boat.

We all piled onto the bus for our one and a half hour tour of the steelworks. The raw materials come from local iron ore mines and are put through the blast furnace, coke ovens, reed beds, steelmaking and casting plant and the rolling mills. It is a massive operation and quite a dirty place as well – you can almost hear the beer ad in the background as the dirty, sweaty men finish work. We all enjoyed the tour right up until we got back to the Tourist Centre and then Little’s day was ruined when he and Sista got off the bus and the driver said “Have a nice day girls.” Might be time for a haircut Little?


He's starting to be mistaken for a girl a little too often now.

He’s starting to be mistaken for a girl a little too often now.