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Whales and dolphins, whales and dolphins, yeah.


A few weeks ago I went on an impromptu road trip, to a place south of Sydney called Jervis Bay. It's about 3 hours drive from Sydney and quite beautiful. It is a prime whale and dolphin spotting destination, and apparently between June and November is a great time to spot some of our special, plankton loving cousins!
Terrorvision released an album immortalising whales and dolphins so they msut be pretty special.
A few facts about whales and dolphins:


  • They don't have gills or scales
  • They need to come to the surface to breathe air
  • They are warm-blooded
  • Dolphins have sex for pleasure
  • They have mammary glands
  • They have eyelids
  • They produce milk for their young


A whale. Really...we saw its tail!











A black and white picture of a beach.




Jervis Bay Marine Park. This is where we saw some whales.




Jervis Bay is home to HMAS Jervis Bay, part of the Royal Australian Navy.
This is a picture of parachute jumpers over the ocean.

Another whale. We were able to get quite close to it.











The same whale but a zoomed in picture. Seriously. It's more whale-shaped.
You could see the waves rolling over it, and see the cigar-shaped torso of the fish. Otherwise maybe it was a submarine. Or huge flexible, moving, fish-shaped pipe.

In Jervis Bay Nature Reserve (called Booderee National Park) there were wallabies just wandering around and most were really friendly and weren't scared to cautiously approach you.


Cave Beach
 A chunk of washed up coral on the sea shore on Cave Beach, Jervis Bay Nature Park.

Riesling and fish and chips. Makes fish and chips sound so sophisticated. Riesling sounds like you have to be cultured and probably be wearing a double breasted dinner jacket to drink it. It sounds civilised, refined and European. Like you have to have a certain amount je ne sais quoi to choose it and that if you buy it, you probably know what wine you're buying. It's not your average Super Value Sparkling shiraz or rosé. The reason that I bought it was that it sounds/looks impressive and that I know white wine goes quite well with fish. I made sure to vocalise this too, albeit quite briefly.

Me, walking up to the cash desk: "White wine goes quite well with fish doesn't it? Is this a good choice, mate? This is quite fruity but not too strong?"
Guy behind the cash desk in the drive through off-license: "Yep"
And with my one fact about white wine expended, I paid and walked away.

It was really good fish and chips. We had barramundi and flathead. Both amazing and maybe, possibly the best fish and chips that I have ever had. The portions were pretty big. The fish was really tasty and fresh, and the batter was not too greasy and not too overpowering. The shop is called World Famous Fish N Chips in a town called Huskisson.

A place called Erowal Bay, on the shores of St Georges Basin; a large and shallow lagoon near to Jervis Bay. It is a small salt water in land sea, rich in fish and fed by a small inlet of water leading to the Tasman Sea.





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