Flinders Chase National Park, Kangaroo Island, SA

My name’s River.  I get around a bit but not as much as some of the people I see coming through my favourite place, the Flinders Chase NP on Kangaroo Island.  I’m a lazy traveller and I spend most of my time in and around the Rocky River camping ground right next to the Flinders Chase Visitors’ Centre.
You can get an idea of the camping ground from the photos taken by the tourists who are writing this for me. That’s their van in one of the 21 sites here. The sites are separated from each other by shrubs and trees and all are just a short walk from the very clean facilities.  Even so, the park is for those with simple tastes. Talking about tastes, there are signs around the park telling tourists to observe the wildlife but not feed us. Some tourists can’t read or don’t bother, and we do get a bit to eat.
The two people writing this were mean and didn’t feed us at all. My son Joey - that’s him with his head on the picnic table trying to win a heart - and I tried and tried; we sat at their feet and nuzzled them gently, but in three days all we got was water.
The two people had seen kangaroos drinking from small puddles on the road after a shower of rain, and thought that giving us water would be safer.  Son Joey raided their camp water bucket, and then stood up tall and tried a bit of boxing when they tried to move him.  You can usually see him doing that with his mates, but the tourist took a backward step and gave Joey real confidence in his powers to intimidate.