April 14: Kangaroo Island
We will join an overnight tour to Kangaroo Island. The tour was booked from Oita through the Internet.

We wait an airport bus in front of the Information Center in downtown Adelaide. We will fly to the Island today.
At last a shuttle bus picked us up. The bus stopped other passengers at some hotels in the City and headed to the airport.
A small local airline, Kendall, services between Adelaide and Kingscote in the Island. Ansett Airlines takes care of ticketing.

I walked the apron for boarding on such a propeller plane. It was smaller than I had anticipated. The total number of the seat was 19 in one row on each side and there was open cockpit attended by a chief pilot and a copilot.
No more than 25 minutes flight took us to Kangaroo Island. As the altitude is low, I could see beautiful scenery during the flight.

We arrived Kingscote airport, I was relieved, anyway.
A large coach soon picked us up and departed for sightseeing of the Island. There are so many wild gum trees - koala's favorite food - on both sides of the road.

The first stop was Clifford Honey Factory. A living honeycomb is set on the window showing activities of the bees: behavior of the queen bees and how the honey is being stocked in the comb. In the souvenir shop, I could taste the difference of various kinds of honey. I bought small cup of them. The bees gather nectars from different flowers according to the month.
We then stopped at Emu Ridge Eucalyptus Oil Distillery. They distillate gum oil from thin-leaf wild eucalyptus trees.

Simple equipment based on simple principle produces good eucalyptus oil without damaging the environment around the area, the "engineer" stressed. The oil is used for disinfecting, insect repellent, itching stopper, stain remover, and detergent, he explained. In the backyard cage were many emus.
In Parndana Wildlife Park, in the center of the Island, I saw many Australian special animals such as koala, wombat, emu, and kangaroo.

Kangaroos love to be fed from hand; they quickly come close to the visitors. They are really lovely. Here and there in the park were many beautiful flowers in bloom.

Gum Creek features its cultivation of Marron (fresh water crayfish.) There are many ponds made from red soil. After the harvest, the pond is drained like this. Old tiers and roots of trees are sunk in the water to provide the refuge of Marrons.
In the farm, we enjoyed afternoon tea. Marron can be tasted on option. The taste was very simple. My husband said it was just like the flavor of wild crayfish he ate in his boyhood.
Marron grows large by repeated molting like this.
The back of the sightseeing bus has turned red like this after running a long distance around the Island. This is because in most part of the Island is not paved intentionally in order to protect the wildlife.
Endless vastness of the grass lands breed a lot of sheep.
Island Viewer Sheep dairy is an unusual place for us. They showed us actual milking from sheep: When sheep are grazing feed from a feeding trough, it retreats after a while. Then sheep are forced to step back to the position where a milking man awaits for attaching the milking tubes on the breast of sheep. The trick seemed me a little bit sorry for sheep.

Sheep milk turns into cheese or yogurt. Baked soft cheese was really tasty. Many tourists bought a lot of souvenirs at the shop.
When we go out, the sun has already been declining and sheep are gathered into the fence. Thank sheep for your tasty cheese!
In the dusk, the bus drops tourists off here and there. Different from Japanese style, each tourist can select his or her favorite hotel. Some tourists don't stay overnight and return home. The bus driver has a lot of work, indeed.

We stay in a hotel in Sorrento Resort in Penneshaw. We booked the hotel through the web expecting penguins on the beach.

After a quick dinner in the hotel, we hurried to the beach to see penguin landing. First I wonder where I could see them, but I soon heard creaking in the dark everywhere around the shore across the road, in the bush just under the parking lot, and even in the rocky harbor of the ferry terminal. As the flashlight is strictly prohibited, I barely took this single picture. The behavior of penguin was so lovely that I couldn't leave the nests.

Early next morning, we went down to the beach to confirm the nests. A traffic signboard on the road from the ferry terminal to the hotel appeals, "Caution! Penguin crossing." Actually, penguins make nests in the bush under the parking lot on the left. Our hotel is located behind the big tree. On the slops down to the beach were many artificial nests made from earthenware pipes as seen on the right picture. Last night, I witnessed many couples of penguin playing pleasantly. I was very surprised to find such a close symbiotic relationship between man, car and penguin.