On Sunday, we drove 820km (about 509 miles) from Exmouth down to Kalbarri. We arrived at our hostel around 4pm and I headed to the pool to cool off. Ann and I chatted for a bit and then decided we'd head to the beach to watch the sunset. We were early so Terry, Ann, and I walked down to the pier to see what was happening. To be honest, calling it a pier might be too generous; it seemed to me to be more of a large dock. The setting was quite idyllic with two young families fishing and having fun. We made it back to our starting point in just the right amount of time.
We took some photos, in-between swatting flies, and then headed back to get ready for dinner. I realize now that I'd failed to mention in previous posts about the flies. From a bit south of Kalbarri to just south of Coral Bay there are flies, lots and lots of flies (despite that fact that there is a near constant wind)! I'd been warned about the flies before my trip to Uluru a couple years ago, but had thankfully not encountered them (due to my visiting in winter). The prevalence of flies has led to the common use of flynets in many parts of Australia:
|If you'd like one of your own you can purchase one here - they ship to the U.S.|
Our first stop, on our last day of the tour, was at a lookout over the coastal cliffs; a spot called Pot Alley. From there we headed to a pink lake. It's not the famous Pink Lake, but it was fascinating none-the-less. No-one really knows why the lake is pink. Scientists speculate that the colour comes from a dye created by bacteria that lives in the salt crusts. Most of the lake was empty since a local company extracts the bacteria and uses it in health & nutrition products.
On to Greenough, to visit a Wildlife Park owned and operated by a woman named Michelle.
We got to feed the animals that she's rescued, including a camel, a horse, kangaroos, goats, and sheep. We were also able to hold a joey (baby kangaroo) named Rosie - she was incredibly adorable! Our last stop of the day was at Lancelin to visit the sand dunes. Several in our group tried sand-boarding (no connection to water-boarding), but I'd done it before and don't like the end result, so I declined.
And so, our trip had come to an end - I got dropped at the train station in Perth and quickly caught the train to Freemantle. Demi had mistakenly told me that the YHA was just across the street from the station in Freo and I for some reason had no map that listed my hostel! A rookie mistake. I had a map, but it didn't extend far enough to show the area where my hostel was located. In addition, everything in Australia (except in perhaps Sydney, Melbourne, or Brisbane) shuts down after 5pm, especially on a Monday. The first gentleman I asked had no idea where it was located, but God sent me a lovely lady on try number two. She looked it up on her phone and after a few minutes of trying to figure out how to direct me she just walked with me! When Google maps proved to be no help she called the front desk; unfortunately that gentleman was just as un-helpful. I was staying at the Freemantle Prison YHA (which had seemed like a great idea until I was lost in a strange city, at night looking for a prison), so she got me as close to the old prison as possible (we were standing along the old walls) and said that if I walked along the walls I should eventually find the part that housed the hostel. Long story short, I did eventually found it and despite their desperate lack of signage guiding you to their location it was a nice place, for an old convict prison.
|Exmouth to Perth|
|For a little perspective :)|