The next day we woke up relatively late post TV and snack-binge in our honest-to-goodness-own-motel-room-with-ensuite-shower-and-mini-soaps... realising at 09:40 am that check-out time was a staggering 10am! Hostels, ok. HOTELS (or even their more basic cousins, motels) should have check-out time of noon so you can luxuriate in the cleanliness of the bathroom and absence of ladder leading to the bed! No such luck, so we threw our stuff in the car and got back on the road pronto.
And last but not least... another embarrassing moment in the life of...
The trip was long and boring - but the destination is definitely worth it. Esperance is a tiny town with spectacular beaches and is home to the Pink Lake. Unfortunately, a recent storm had washed out some of the pink and it just looked grey... but surely postcards NEVER lie??? :P As we arrived we drove around the main sights close to the town, including Observatory Point on the left (I'd driven 6 hours, give me a break about the pose, ok?)
The first night we went out to experience the local nightlife - there are 2 pubs, one of which the locals won't even recommend... so of course we had a look at that first and then quickly scampered off to the other pub in the town's only true hotel The Pier. Luckily this was one of the nights when Karaoke was NOT on (as we discovered to our dismay over the next few nights...), but instead a live duo on guitar, Dave & Scotty. The music and view were awesome! A great time was had by all until my Freak Magnet kicked in again and all the local drunks (5 teeth or less) seemed to hit the level of alcohol consumption required to start reciting lame pick-up lines. Trusty Betsy the 4x4 served as our cool (with central locking) and fast Getaway vehicle...
We actually ended up staying longer than planned, Esperance has that effect on people it seems. Here'swhy: The town is surrounded by many small, idyllic beaches such as Moonlight Bay shown below. Even on a slightly cloudy day I could hear "chariots of fire" theme music going in my head as I tried to gracefully traverse the packed sand at a run (and I DON'T run...) for the photo op. I'm either on take-off or landing in the middle of a jump in the center picture in case youre wondering about the weird floating feet!
About 60kms further along the coast is the entrance to Cape Le Grand National Park. The capitals are necessary - it deserves some flashing lights and a golden shimmer too though. I've been lucky enough to have visited some amazing places in the world (Angra - Brazil, Aruba, Nelson- New Zealand, The Whitsundays- Australia) and I was impressed. The sand is so fine it squeaks under your feet, the water so clear you can see tiny diaphanous fish swimming around your feet, the distances so great that its best to go out with a full tank rather than have to miss out on some of the amazing scenery because you're worried you'll get stuck there (yep, we had half a tank only when we left...stupid).
And last but not least... another embarrassing moment in the life of...
Meet Paul, fellow guest at the hostel and in possession of a laptop with iTunes. After approximately 36 hours in the car, we'd grown sick of the 4 CD's we'd bought in Perth. Paul was a Godsend... and I persuaded him to burn some CD's for us from his music library... unfortunately this also meant temporary-sofa-imprisonment... which Kelly helfpfully tried to "capture the moment". Thanks Paul - we owe you our sanity (and my speeding ticket later on!!!!) The music incited me to speed... clearly. :P
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