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Hello. My name is Monica and I am a silver gypsy, which sounds classier and more interesting than being a grey nomad.This is an ongoing blog which I usually restart when I hit the road again. It is partly a record of my journeys and partly reflections on issues which arise as I travel.

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Saturday 14 April 2012

Wine Country

Penola, the town, was a lovely spot, with reminders of the Mary MacKillop story everywhere – the church, the interpretive centre, the park – but Penola, the caravan park, left much to be desired. The three groups who stayed the night were all rather dismayed. The park is old and rundown and caters mainly for permanent and semi-permanent stays. However, as ever, we socialised a bit and shared a happy hour. One couple left before I did and the others about the same time as me. We met up twice along the way – once at the Coonawarra winery and once at the Father Woods Park.
That whole area is part of the Coonawarra wine belt, with a dozen or more wineries one beside the other, all with cellar door sales. I don’t bother much with a drink but thought it would be a sacrilege to pass through and not pay homage to the wine makers. Besides, it is useful to have a couple of drinks available when people stop for a drink. I also make sure I have both tea and coffee. I am a lot more hospitable here than I am at home, where the coffee shops are the easiest places to meet.
I moved north from Penola, stopping for lunch in Keith, mainly to send a postcard to my brother Keith. For a while I checked out camping spots but all were deserted until fairly late in the day when I stayed just shy of Coonalpyn. I was talking to fellow campers there, congratulating ourselves on a good large camping area, well back from the road with a separate section for trucks when a train roared past not more than 20 metres away. Ah well! What can you expect for nothing!
I had lunch today (Saturday) at Tailem Bend in a bakery there. Bakeries seem to be the place to go in SA. Most are very well set up as cafes and do a roaring trade. Claire and Adrian, from the Penola park, had suggested the ferry from Tailem Bend across the river. It is a free cable-drawn vehicular ferry that runs every few minutes 24 hours a day, taking cars to the Fleurieu Peninsula. I am once again camping in a free reserve at Langhome Creek, in the middle of another wine area. I may stay two nights and try to get to a Toastmasters meeting in the city on Monday night.

1 comment:

  1. glad all the winery visits are not going to waste. of course you must have some to share during happy hour!

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