We arrived to unwelcoming weather in Cora
l bay, said goodbye to Jess and Hannah (and the French Toy Boy they had conspired to accompany them for the drive back to Perth), and said hello to Adam, Ange, Jack and Jade who were travelling up the coast and with whom we were to spend or last week.
We had spent time snorkelling inside the spectacular ningaloo reef with Jess & Hannah + now with Adam and Co: the coral was beautiful, as were the tropical fish, sharks and turtles (which Adam forced me to use for personal transport ... philistine), more importantly there were fish
that looked like they should be on my plate - surely we could catch some here. Unfortunately spears were not allowed, and we weren’t going to lose our tackle to the reef like suckers, so we had to adapt our technique: snorkelling with handlines ... unbelievably we only managed to catch fish suitable for an aquarium - they were small & for all I knew, poisonous beneath their beautiful facade.
After two failed attempts at the new sport of snorkel fishing I succumbed to the desire to catch
one of the elusive bastards and we all jumped on a charter boat ... it all suddenly seemed ludicrously simple as we reeled in big freaks from the deep ... unfortunately Ange was too busy coughing up burley to join in the fun and was not about to smile when we suggested that it was psychological.
Ange + entourage had to keep heading north and Jen & I had an
esky full of fish to get to the freezer so we headed to Perth a few days early. Along the way we detoured to visit the pinnacles - these could be adequately described as a heap of pointy rocks stuck in the dessert, but were strikingly beautiful when in the correct lighting and mindset.
We arrived home almost 1 month and six and a half thousand ks later - at least half of which
seemed to be a result of having to dodge carcasses (or soon to become carcasses) of the large mammals littering the road. The highlight.... Driving with the Girls along a dead straight road under the baking sun while listening to BRMC and passing the turnoff to DIDJABANGA, we didn’t even have to stop to enjoy ... surely the essence of a road trip.
Well now I'm back in Perth and supposedly job seeking ... or procrastinating ... why do u think I’m writing this blog???? ... the weather doesn’t help; I have been learning to ride on waves that are dwarfed by the board ...I think it still counts as surfing. I haven’t bothered fishing.
l bay, said goodbye to Jess and Hannah (and the French Toy Boy they had conspired to accompany them for the drive back to Perth), and said hello to Adam, Ange, Jack and Jade who were travelling up the coast and with whom we were to spend or last week.We had spent time snorkelling inside the spectacular ningaloo reef with Jess & Hannah + now with Adam and Co: the coral was beautiful, as were the tropical fish, sharks and turtles (which Adam forced me to use for personal transport ... philistine), more importantly there were fish
that looked like they should be on my plate - surely we could catch some here. Unfortunately spears were not allowed, and we weren’t going to lose our tackle to the reef like suckers, so we had to adapt our technique: snorkelling with handlines ... unbelievably we only managed to catch fish suitable for an aquarium - they were small & for all I knew, poisonous beneath their beautiful facade.After two failed attempts at the new sport of snorkel fishing I succumbed to the desire to catch
one of the elusive bastards and we all jumped on a charter boat ... it all suddenly seemed ludicrously simple as we reeled in big freaks from the deep ... unfortunately Ange was too busy coughing up burley to join in the fun and was not about to smile when we suggested that it was psychological.Ange + entourage had to keep heading north and Jen & I had an
esky full of fish to get to the freezer so we headed to Perth a few days early. Along the way we detoured to visit the pinnacles - these could be adequately described as a heap of pointy rocks stuck in the dessert, but were strikingly beautiful when in the correct lighting and mindset.We arrived home almost 1 month and six and a half thousand ks later - at least half of which
seemed to be a result of having to dodge carcasses (or soon to become carcasses) of the large mammals littering the road. The highlight.... Driving with the Girls along a dead straight road under the baking sun while listening to BRMC and passing the turnoff to DIDJABANGA, we didn’t even have to stop to enjoy ... surely the essence of a road trip.Well now I'm back in Perth and supposedly job seeking ... or procrastinating ... why do u think I’m writing this blog???? ... the weather doesn’t help; I have been learning to ride on waves that are dwarfed by the board ...I think it still counts as surfing. I haven’t bothered fishing.
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