Denham boasts one street, 2 supermarkets (at opposite ends of said street). The Pub is literally that, THE only pub. It is also the only restaurant and the only real hotel (discounting the hostel and another motel next door). There is precious little to do if one doesn't fish - which I don't. But the hostel has a pool, a washing machine, and no dryer. I was kept occupied quite nicely on the first afternoon there simply by watching and catching my laundry as it flew off the clotheslines at the back off the property and landed in the requisite WA red sand. No point in washing really, as most of my clothes ended up more dirty post-dry than they had been pre-wash. At least it counts as another first in the life of Marisa and I may have discovered a new sport: "clothes-catch". I'm still working on the moniker, please post any suggestions as a comment and they will be duly considered. The prize is a free dunking of all your clothing (sopping wet - natch!) in gen-you-whine WA red dust sand!
Next day was another exciting one due to the bustling local fishing festival. There must have been at least 30 people there! The afternoon event was a self-made raft race - only requisite was that the design somehow incorporated empty beer cans, and that the craft had NOT been tested prior to the race. A swedish girl, Amelia, and an Irish guy, Mick, entered for the hostel in a not-so-well-balanced craft and were hopelessly keeling over about 10 metres into the race. They came in third though! (of three entries). :)
So I guess I'm getting quite good at the art of relaxation if this is the most exciting news of the last 3 days! Who'd have thought it...
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