Venus Bay, South Australia.

The weather wasn't on our side when we arrived at Venus Bay.  It was drizzling all afternoon and a grey overcast over the bay.  Daniel inspected the jetty and said that he could see at least six metres into the water and could see the fish at that depth it was that clear.  However, aside of that it must be stated for the record that wherever and whenever we stayed at a caravan park they were always full or busy for putting it another way. 

When one van left another arrived and so it was all day everywhere.  It was fascinating to see how many people travel, the types of people travelling, lots of grey nomads that is one thing for sure, then there were the tourists from all over the world, UK, USA, France, Germany, Netherlands, Japan, Canada, just to list a few,  in their campervans, hire vans, mini buses, tents and families with kids of all ages ranging from babies to school aged children who had been taken out of school for the time travelled and were doing home schooling. 

The mix was very interesting.  When we were in Woomera there was a woman a Winnebago parked a couple of spots away from us (let's just say this park wasn't busy....perhaps because it's in the middle of nowhere!) but nevertheless after stopping to chat she was with her husband who ran a business that spread all over Australia and rather than stay at home she opted to travel with him taking their smaller two children with them, around nine and ten, leaving a daughter, about thirteen, at boarding school while they travelled around Australia and continued their home schooling.  This was their normality. 

Not only were the caravan parks ablaze with tourists but the roads we drove along were littered with caravans one after another.  The ritual on the road is to signal to the on coming van in friendly gesture.  I can honestly tell you by the time we reached a destination my hands were tired from lifting to give the friendly wave! but it was fun and so friendly and you could see the other travellers from all ages responding in the same way.

Did I mention too that we found very often that other vaners would stop on the side of the road or wherever and just approach to talk about their journey, travel where they'd travelled from and where they were travelling to and anecdotes about what to watch out for when travelling or what specifically to see.  Information was always graciously exchanged and shared over a cuppa or a larger by the waysides.  Sometimes you could spend up to forty minutes just chatting before making a move on your way again.