No rain at night but still a wet tent and many millipedes around and on the tent was the first thing to notice. The night had not been very dark although the sky was cloudy and so it was hard to tell when it was dawning. But my body sent clear signals that I should get out of the tent and so I saw that it was 6:00. I then enjoyed the quiet morning with some animals awaking, too and made a bit gymnastics to get my back back to order.
Everything was nice, we only wanted to be a bit faster gone this day to reach another sight in time but then we saw that the left front wheel was flat.
Markus found a screw in the tyre and went through all the options we now had. He pumped up the tyre and made checks during driving every 15-20 min but lost no air.
At a campsite, we took a shower and Markus changed the wheel.
So, we went to our first visit, the Kelly Hill Caves. M, M’n’D went first and Markus wanted to check again if the tyre is fixed tightly. When he came, he told us that one of the five screws to fix the tyre was broken. We thought again about our options and decided that we can finish the Kangaroo Island part and Markus will try to fix it in Adelaide before continuing the tour.
The caves are not too big, but the system is still not completely discovered and explored. It is interesting that in every cave I learn something new, in this case it was about how long the rain-water needs to get down those ~10m from the surface: about 5 months what they can see, because 5 months after heavy rainfall, the drops on the stalactites drop faster and that the water is coloured by leaves and so also the stones have different colours.
some stones are translucent 
the old entrance to the cave, now only used in case of emergency
The next sight were the “Remarkable rocks” that are first of all remarkable for the exposed position on a flat hill on the end of a peninsula and second because wind and water shaped them dramatically.
travelling…
We continued to the Admirals Arch where we saw fur seals and the Arch that is slowly eroding until it will break and another Island will be born.
looking back to the Rocks
On a dead-end gravel road, we reached our third camping site on West Bay, this time with another car but after greeting the couple we had no contact or encounter.
We made a short walk to the beach that laid there lonely and sandy with beautiful (but cold) water.
M&M made bread on the cooker and our delicious dinner attracted three possums that didn’t fear anything and climbed our chairs and even tried to climb Markus’s leg when he wanted to push one away.
with flash 
and without…
The only moments when we were less disturbed was when they had fights between each other. When we wanted to go to sleep, one possum climbed the roof tent and later tried to bite open the trash bag. But when everything was secured it became silent apart from the waves you could hear from the beach down.