We both loved Fremantle: nice cafes and parks, awesome retro op shop, small but good market, old buildings and a chilled vibe. so all in all, it seemed to be the cultural hub of W.A. The only thing lacking was free or cheap accommodation.
Perth was nice too. It’s a small city but there are heaps of shops and food. It looked like a comicon had just finished as there were people dressed up as Dr Who, Mario and Lewigi, samurais and other fictional characters.
As we were sitting down in the food court, in a shop close to us, a massive glass door suddenly smashed, spraying the worker underneath it with glass and cutting open his head and arm. A man with a pram only just managed to dive for cover.
We spent a number of days at a break a bit north of Perth,
where Jack enjoyed some fun peelers, which made him feel like he was back at
Neil St. I relaxed on the beach and read.
We met up with Rosie, who was over here visiting her family.
We went out in the city to a great little place called the Hula Bula bar.
We said our goodbyes to the lovely city of Perth and headed
north.
Lancelin was our first stop, it’s a great little town, great surf and an
awesome designated 4WD area over a mass of meringue-like sand dunes.
Next we drove to Cervantes, and just past the town we camped
near the Hill river mouth, where we endured a series of heavy showers.
Jurien Bay was our next port of call and we loaded up on
fuel and food. Just past the town is Drovers Cave National Park, where we found
a delightful camping spot tucked away behind the dunes of a gorgeous little
bay. We walked along the beach where there was everything from cray pots to
tennis balls washed up amongst the weed, and we explored the dunes and tracks.
We found a hidden cave tucked under a cliff, which had paw prints in the sand.
Jack had a fish once we realised we were actually camped at the edge of the
conservation reserve but had no luck (he spent 2 days watching trevally and
tailor cruise around without wetting a line).
We had a few one night stands here and there in beach car parks, rest stops and national parks.
One spot we stayed a few nights, we camped in the dunes behind a great surf beach, which had nice reef breaks as far as the eye could see and great gutters for fishing. Yet my only luck was a shark that almost took my rod, proceeding to almost spool me, and then bit through 80lb trace.
A few more one nighters followed before we stumbled upon a place called Ellendale Pool. We spent three nights here, enduring heavy rain in between glorious sunshine. The pool is apparently 'bottomless': navy divers have been sent down as well as plumb lines yet the bottom still alludes man. A soaring vertical cliff resembling something you would expect to find in the Kimberly's lies on the other side of the pool creating a truly remarkable camping spot.
We are now in Geraldton, but we are heading back out to the Pool as we are waiting to get the car serviced.
So all in all we are good, still cruising around soaking up some amazing scenery. Blogs will be far and few between from now on as towns are getting smaller and internet access is scarce.
Also I (Sarah) shall be leaving Jack to travel by himself as I am flying over to Canada to live for 6 months. Luckily he has a mate joining him a month or so after I go, and I'm sure they will have a ball!
'Till next time.
