This is one of those places that has to be seen to be believed and no photos will do it justice. Unfortunately, for me at least, it’s also one of those places that’s probably going to be a ‘once-in-a-lifetime’.
You know you’re somewhere a bit spesh when you have to be buzzed in at the front gate. The front gate that’s kilometres away from the actual Lodge. Then you when you finally arrive at the Lodge, there’s not one but two people to personally greet you. They don’t even mind that you took a wrong turn and ended up in the delivery bay, only to follow it up with driving the wrong way up the one way driveway.
To top it all off, they don’t bat an eyelid when your best mate whose 40th birthday prompted this little surprise jaunt (for her) starts shedding a tear after they explain it’s an open bar and we can just help ourselves.
The Southern Ocean Lodge, as the name suggests, has front row seats to the Southern Ocean on Kangaroo Island and there’s not a lot between it and Antarctica. Aside from a whopping great ocean that is. The colour of the water would have Nemo green (or aqua) with envy but there’s a wildness and rawness to the environment that adds a thrilling edge to the sumptuous comfort of the Lodge.
A short walk along the cliff top and you would be forgiven for the thinking you’d just fallen off the edge of the world. Not another soul in sight and nothing but neon water and raw nature around you.
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end (I’m still trying to work out why) but for me, it will always be Southern O.M.G.