View from Indian Head to the camping site where Damien is flying his kite
Indian Head
Guillaume in the trees
Our camp site
Dingo on Indian Head
Great frigatebirds hovering above Indian Head
Sunrise
 
View from the cliff
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The view is stunning: white sandy dunes striped by shadows carved by the setting sun, while the ocean and the waves crash beneath the cliff. Great Frigatebirds and a bird of prey soar above my head in the wind. Back to camp, I play with the kite thanks to the strong wind, tough on the arms. The sun has set and we have good meat and rice cooked in wine. We see a few dingos go by, these wild dogs endemic to Australia. The 2 Guillaumes set up a cover more than a meter from the ground so we can have shade the next morning, and then reinforce the ropes so as to try to sleep in it later in the night. I manage to lie down in it, but later Damien breaks a corner off by testing it with his foot, perched in the trees. We finish the evening on the beach as I fall asleep. When the others go to bed, I see Guillaume sleeping in the part of the cover that I tested. I wake up and go straight to Indian Head in time to see the sun rise on the horizon and light the white dunes. The ballet of the birds is almost even more appealing by its grace. Looking down, I see the ater become turquoise due to the whiteness of the sand, but I can not spot the sharks, rays, turtles or dolphins that make this place famous. I go down and see a dingo on the beach, switching between his search for food, a scratch and some rest. It methodotically looks in the sand then goes back near the camp. I have a breakfast of bread and fruits after having cleaned, sorted and stored all our equipment and food. The sight of sand, cigarette butts, alcohol and grease is unpleasant and smelly. For that matter, our clothes and towels are sometimes in poor shape because of the sand, sweat, and sometimes even car oil. Nevertheless, we enjoy this well organised adventure. I go back to Indian Head and see another dingo exploring the tip of the cliff. Still no marine life apart from a few fish. The dingo explores all the bushes and I see it leap on preys, insects or lizards, and then chew them as his tail sways back and forth gently. He walks right next to me, quite unphased. From the top, I can see the whole beach, right until its end where Quentin stretches after jogging. The 2 Guillaumes slowly climb up to where I am, and come across the dingo coming back from its exploration. As we go down, we meet Max on the way, with whom I see a dingo down on the beach freshening up. At camp, everyone gets up slowly as we can only drive from 10 o'clock on. We later head out and see a guy's car stuck on the way and wait to see if he needs help. The sand is already so hot that he digs a hole with a shovel to put his feet in a fresher place.
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