Glenelg River NP

Victoria! We felt we’d really crossed into a different country with the border post, looking as if passports were required but it was merely a quarantine checkpoint. The lovely Glenelg River was not far from the border and we set up camp under a tree and right next to the river, that was full to the brim with water and flanked by forest on both banks.



We had a few days here of exploring the river in the tinnie, going up river, down river, puttering along, or getting out the GPS to find out what our top speed was. (Just out of interest it was 29 kmh - 2 up and all the fishing gear)

Tim spent a fair bit of time in a quest for an eating sized fish. On one of the days we found a BIG school of mullet that absolutely tormented Tim by getting hooked and then getting off the hook at the very last minute. Tim hassled out that school of mullet for hours, with still no result. Meanwhile I was having a great time hanging out in the front of the boat, writing and reading.



Then it was onto the bream. There were huge numbers of bream in the river but they were absolutely tiny. On our final day Tim was determined to catch a bream to eat, and they gradually got bigger as the time wore on, but the final fish was still nothing to cheer about – we ate it anyway!