Sapphire Valley Caravan Park this time. A really nice park, very spacious sites, nice roomy en suites, and good amenities, camp kitchen etc.
|Simone Bear for Abbey|
|Similar shell art panel - ours is horizontal|
|Bangles Gallery at Cobargo|
We looked for whales a couple of times, but didn't find any.
Then came the bad news - we were walking down the main street of Merimbula when John rang to say that our uncle Bob (Robert Henry SULLIVAN) had died. I burst into tears - I had so wanted to go to Melbourne to see him before this day came, and we were planning a visit when we got back from this holiday. Sadly we left it too late. That news caused a quandry, because later in the week John rang to say that the funeral was on Friday, and we weren't due to come home until Saturday. But I desperately wanted to be at the funeral. Let's just say we were at odds.
This was further complicated by the fact that we ended up at Pambula Hospital for 5 hours on what became our last day. I woke during the night with bad pains in my side. When I got up at 7:30 to go to the loo I was dry retching badly. I went back to bed, but the pain didn't ease, and although I didn't feel as nauseous I didn't feel well. At 9:30 we decided to go to the hospital. I was a little worried about apendicitis. Turned out I had a temperature as well, and as their protocol is the same as Bairnsdale's (temp + chemo = blood tests) I had to have those, provide a urine sample, had x-rays of my abdomen - all of which didn't show any cause for alarm. The doctor even rang John Scarlett to talk to him, and basically the conclusion was - take two aspirin (panadeine actually) and call me in the morning if it is no better. The pain, and the temperature, eased after the panadeine and I was basically pain free for the rest of the day, although they did return that night. No more nausea though. Still don't know what caused it, but it wasn't the best way to spend the last day of our already shortened holiday.
We travelled home on the Thursday.