Today we wake up to see and take a tour of the Coorong Reserve.
When we arrive there we finally understand why we got lost yesterday. The Reserve is really beautiful and in the complete silence we see the morning glory of the nature.
A bored ranger come to check our movements and when he tries to chat I just heard some noise with a strange accent.
How have I studied this language? To try to understand is like play a lottery.
We take the Van to go on, everything is really pristine and interesting. Unluckily we don’t recognize that the LPG is almost finished. That’s it.
In the middle of nowhere, 14 km before the city the Van is stopped.
Is this the fifth bad luck moment?
We call the RAA after two hours just because a gentleman stops near us to give us assistance.
When we fill the LPG we make our decision. Let’s go to Pink beach.