Getting towards the end of our road trip and, having almost burnt a hole where the odometer used to be, you’d think we might start slowing down.
You’d be wrong.
Having reached the far South coast of Western Australia, here’s what we shoved into give or take three or four days. Apologies in advance as the holiday progressed, the pictures slowed down as a wave of relaxation hit us. Plus, he’s supposed to be my official photographer and well, he spent too much time driving. Priorities, right?
When in Denmark and Albany…
Green Pools & Elephant Cove //
Let me preface, at this point we’d seen a lot of rocks. “So they look like elephants?” I arrogantly scoffed to myself as I wobbled across the loose gravel barefoot as he comfortably powered on ahead of me. But after wading in calf deep water through a crevice between two enormous, smooth, grey
elephants boulders, I realised they totally did. Walking around the cliff to Green Pools with the sun setting and the waves rolling out revealing meters of sand shining like glass, okay, I can see why people like it.
The Gap & Natural Bridge //
Hidden within the Torndirrup National Park is a theme park of natural goodies. Like a split in the earth caused by the constant thrashing of waves swirling against rock, the Gap with it’s transparent viewing platform was a test for the stomach. Even with obnoxiously large metal casings erupting from the rock to hold the platform in place, I couldn’t stand on the edge for long. Meanwhile, he was just worried about dropping his phone. If only the tourists climbing over the safety railings opposite us cared a bit more. Eeek.
Just for memory we also popped into Frenchman’s Bay, contemplated walking Bald’s Head until I read that you required navigational skills and I struggle following GoogleMaps instructions, as well as checking out the Blow Holes, and blowing a few dollars at Boston Brewing Co. Yeah, again.
When in Esperance…
Cape Le Grande National Park //
This is the one I was most excited about all trip and to be honest, it didn’t really live up. Don’t let me put you off. When I say it didn’t live up it was still ridiculously beautiful. The town of Esperance itself was pretty ‘eh’ saved only by the one good cafe in Downtown Espresso and the fact that there were horses across the road from our accommodation at Esperance Chalet Village.
But as soon as you headed for the beaches. Oh. My. God. I’d been waiting the whole trip for Lucky Bay – “the place where there are kangaroo’s on the beach” he’d heard me describe at least 749 times. And being the amazing guy he is he sat with me for hours, knowing I was cold but adamant I’d stay until I saw a kangaroo. And ladies and gentleman…
Throw in a couple walking their pet lamb to the cafe one morning, me getting drunk off two (or three or four) ciders at Taylor St Quarters, him changing a tire on the side of the road in whoop whoop, the best homemade falafel wraps on Wharton’s Beach, me not getting sunburnt, being attacked by flies at Wave Rock on the drive back to Perth, hours and hours and hours of driving (2,800kms in nine days) and some of the most beautiful beaches I’ve ever seen, we spent our days soaking up the sun, salt, and each other.
And I wouldn’t have any holiday, any other way.