It was the last day we were down in the Margaret River region and we visited a few more places on our way back. We started out by having breakfast at Morries and that was where I tried my first Kombucha. It was served in a small glass with a slice of lime and a slice ginger on the side. I was not sure how to drink it as all I know about it was that it is a fermented tea. Sipping the tea, I was surprised that it did not taste like a vinegar, and tasted more like a light lemon green tea. I then decide to add both lime and ginger to it, giving it a rather subtle kick to the drink. I would say it was a really nice first experience for a weird sounding drink.
We then head out to Colonial Brewery to get some wings that was a special order from Jackie but found that we were thirty minutes too early. We ended up heading down the road to 34 Degrees South Olive Oil to have a look and bide our time. After tasting some really yummy olive oils and marinated olives, we head out to car park that had quite a few animals doing their daily thing. The area surrounding had some chickens walking around, was patrolled by a little grumpy dog, and had two alpacas behind a wire fence that did not seem like it would work to prevent them jumping over. One of the alpacas was a little more curious and took a little sniff of us while we were taking photos, while the other was more interested in chewing grass. This brown alpaca had a really warm nose and sniffed my whole arm, and good thing it did not decide to have a taste. It also was really happy to pose for close up photos, which then got the other one to get up and pose for a few as well. This was a first for really friendly alpacas, and getting sniffed by one.
After getting the awesome chicken wings from Colonial, we were heading towards Millers Ice Cream when we spotted a group of mailboxes at the junction. The other mailboxes looked quite nice and rustic, but the one at the end really caught our eyes. It was the most unique mailbox we have seen while driving around, and definitely a good recycling effort as well. The microwave oven mailbox was not only good as a big mailbox, with an easy door to open, it would also keep the rain out. Definitely the first recycled microwave oven mailbox I have seen, and it really made all of us laugh too much.
After visits to a few more places along the route home, we finally stopped at Clancy's Fish Pub to have a late lunch before continuing on the long ride home. As I head up to order and pay for our food, I saw a few jars on the counter which got me salivating for some odd reason. I then spot what look like pickled eggs and ordered one after confirming that it was indeed pickled eggs. The pickled onions and dill pickled in the other jars did look tasty, but I just wasn't interested in them. The egg was served to the table before I got back and my dad and sister were already staring at it as if it was some alien/ Then their faces turned more horrified when I took the first bite, and my sis was quick to decline my offer for them to have a try. Dad had a few seconds to think before he declined, but I think he would have enjoyed it too much if he did take a bite. It tasted like a slightly more tart version of an egg that was cooked in the Vinegared Pork Trotter dish that is served to mums during their confinement periods. Surprisingly, the egg was set like the marinated eggs in ramens, still gooey yolk within the solid firm white. I would say it was a really nice first pickled egg when I was thinking of getting a second one but had to hold back as I had more food coming my way.
What a way to finish the trip down south.
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