Entering Port Campbell, I once again crossed paths with Marcus the German. Not a very talkative chap, I found
it hard going. I found out (to my relief) that he had not been able to get a room at the youth hostel and so
was staying somewhere else. So I said my goodbyes and set off for the hostel.
I'd had a shower and got dressed and was just coming out of my dorm when I saw... Marcus. Aargh! He'd come to
meet me. "So where do you want to go Marcus?". "I don't know". Off to the pub then, because I wanted a beer.
Up to the bar. "Would you like a beer Marcus?" "No thank you." "Something else?" "No thank you."
So we sat on the pub's balcony and chatted haltingly while I drank my beer... and then drank my second beer.
Not knowing what else to do, I decided to find somewhere to eat. "What do you want to eat for dinner Marcus?"
"I don't know". So in the end, I chose a place and luckily found that it was beyond his budge. It was
a nice cafe and had a great view out to the port. There's not actually a port there, just a gap in the
cliffs with a beach about 100m wide. The waves come right through to the beach, so boats are launched by lowering
them from a jetty with a derrick.
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