We spend the morning re-organizing the camper to prevent crockery and pans rattling and rolling about in the cupboards. Yesterday there was a cacophony of crashes and bangs at every corner and bump in the road. Our clothes are put in cardboard boxes that fit in the roof space - much more accessible than the storage beneath the seats. Its nearly midday when we set off for Hervey Bay. Sue takes the wheel for the first hour or so down to the coastal plain at Noosa. We stop for a snack at Laguna Beach and paddle. Dusk begins to fall and we have a fair way to go before Hervey Bay. We still havn't seen Kangaroos, but the signs at the side of the road warn of them. Not wishing the first one we see to be coming through the windscreen, we decide to divert to Tin Can Bay and spend the night there. It is a fortunate choice. We are told about the Dolphin feeding that takes place each morning.
In the morning we are up early for once and make it to the boat ramp at 7.40. In the water two women volunteers are standing with two dolphins waiting patiently beside them. Nothing much happens until 8 when the feeding begins. You can pay $2 for a few pieces of fish and stand in the shallow water to give it to the dolphins. They take the food from people's hands very gently, lying placidly in the water next to their minders.
The story is that in the late 50s an injured Indo-Pacific Humpback Dolphin took refuge in the bay and was fed by local fishermen until well enough to fend for itself. It subsequently returned bringing others from the pod and several generations later two or three dolphins turn up regularly each morning, sometimes bringing their young.
