Tin Can Bay, Australia
Our last journey finally to Brisbane seemed quite insignificant in terms of distance but never the less we managed another three stops. Once of these stops led us to Tin Can Bay and don’t ask, I have no idea why it’s called that. Despite the completely unrelated name, it was home to a family of rare Dolphins, the Pacific Humpbacks. Everyday between 7-8am, the Dolphins would make their appearance for food and to greet visitors admiring their intelligence. I can say with all the promising tours and sea searching for Dolphins, it can’t compare to such a delightfully close and personal encounter. Although only mum and son turned up for the occasion, we were still gratefully welcomed by the pair swimming around our ankles, along with a few dead skin bitting fish. After just under an hour of patience (from the Dolphins) in turn we got our one on one time to feed the Dolphins, in specific Squirty, the son. That aside, I’ve never felt quite so humour when you see a very emotionally attached with so much personality black duck bird (whatever it was), flap it’s way to the fish bar expecting a takeaway. Mind you, it did have to show arrogance when its competition was a pelican, however the pelican was restrained from attacking kids, i.e. It’s food supply.