Wilson Prom; Friday

I still have a kind of strange sleeping pattern. So I was just drifting towards consciousness when I heard one of our neighbours from the next cabin trumpeting "And a good morning to you, Sir, as well!" all over the place, followed by a conversation on the top of their voices. I managed to cast a glance on my watch and it was like, 5.30am! No good morning, it was still in the middle of the bloody night!! So these guys enjoyed a cup of tea and a fag and wanted the whole camping park to participate.
Finally they showed a bit of consideration and went back inside, so I got a bit more sleep.
It was going to be a strenuous day after all. Wilson Promontory.

Weather was great for some serious hiking, about 20 degrees, soft wind, only a few clouds. So we decided to go up Mt. Oberon first, from where you are supposed to have a wonderful all around vision on the National Park.
And so it was. Worth every single step uphill.
After that we went for Mt. Bishop, but after 3-4 km we realised that our legs weren't as fresh as they used to be in the morning, so we more or less dragged ourselves forward up to the peak for the last few hundred metres. Nice view from a large, sunwarmed rock; the perfect place for lunch. Soon we were joined by another hiker, a 65+ lady who came puffing and sweating up the mountainside. We walked down again together and by the time we reached the carpark again there was nothing about her story of life that I wasn't familiar with. Parents, children, partners, when and why she came to Australia, health conditions, everything.
Very talkative, that lady.
After calling the blessings of all saints unto us she turned left towards the caravan park, whereas we proceeded our walk to the Squeaky Beach, thus called because the sand corns are so exceptionally round that every step ..well, squeaks.
As we had special plans for the evening, we left quite early, at about 5pm. After a quick shower we headed for the social center if Toora, the Royal Standard Hotel.
It was already terribly crowded, and most of the few tables still not occupied were booked. So it seemed that every single habitant would be there. We had the most wonderful countermeal there and a lot of fun with the locals. Including my first Australian beer, a dark Toohey's, which was close enough to a Guiness that I liked it very much.
But the absolute highlight was the dessert. A warm chocolate pudding, topped with thick chocolate liqueur, some whipped cream and vanilla ice; a dream for a chocoholic like me!
Needless to say that you could have rolled me home.
In addition to that we were rewarded with a breathtaking sunset.
Just what you'd call a perfect day. But there were even better things to come, so I will save the superlatives for that.