Trip Start Nov 20, 2006
16Trip End Apr 10, 2009
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Anyway, since Jerrods arrival and the formation of the Gorilla Cavalry we have had many a mad adventure, sadly the internet cafe in our current town of residence (Margaret River aka Surfers Mecca) doesnt allow picture uploads...gar! A few hundred pictures waiting to be fired out into the ether and I can't seem to solve the problem. Oh well, all in wait.
Where to begin? First we were stranded in Rockingham at Leslies house for about a week as some handsome devil lost the keys to the car. Eventually Leslies grandma mailed us a spare ingnition key but we still cant lock the doors and we wire the trunk shut instead of latching it as it needs another key altogether. After leaving Perth and heading to Mandurah. Leslies cousin Chis came along and brought his awesome little boarding boat along for some wake boarding and crabbing. We soon decided that wake boarding while crabbing is the greatest thing ever, also beer. What you do is drop a crab pot into the water every few hundred yards with some fish or spleen in it for bait and then go for a wakebaord or kneeboard session out on the river or estuary. Then after someone has fallen a couple times we'd rip back to the traps and yank them out of the water for the front of the boat as fast as we could. Bammo, 7 nice Blue manna crabs! 20 dollars each in the grocery. I ended up breaking my hand though, that weekend. It was a terrible boating accident and my hand still really hurts. Lets just say we were boating and I accidently punched someone in the head. Someone with a hard head shaped like mine and the same mother as me. Like I said a terrible boating accident. Unavoidable, really.
We ended up having a few too many beer and then going back to our camp site along the river to eat our crabs when a drunken kiwi who had been living at that camp site for 4 years stumbles up and starts feeding us beer by the handfull. At this point we thought the possums in the trees were certainly lemurs. The old hobo-esque guy insisted they were possums but since he was drunk as hell and from new zealand and had had his jaw broken horribly most of what he said came out as grrrffffrenddllyyuuppp garrr numbleee thatusss beernooosumallitooop ha ha ha ha. So they were lemurs.
We managed to coax a few of them down close enough that they were chewing on our fingers and grabbing at our hands which was pretty cool. Maybe because we stunk like crab meat and beer. Maybe thats the secret. Maybe we've solved it. Minions!
From Mandurah we headed further south stopping in a few different towns along the way, including Bunbury, Bussleton and Yalingup. Strangely enough one of my best days on this tour was sitting on the deck of a beachside pub having a couple pints ad listening to music while reading my book. One of those zone out and meditate sort of hippy moments everyone has sometimes. Reboot.
We did a bit more crabbing with little success and also visited some amazing caves called Ngigli. They were fantastic and I'll be sure to post many pictures of them. The whole coast here is littered with caves, some of which have guided pay for tours and some you can just wander into on your own. A definite hideout for supplys if the natives ever decide to revolt.
On the way down, I'm not sure what town we were in but we got the car stuck in some sand. A local in a 4x4 said he'd pull us out but to get to the exit road he had to go around us and on both sides was a bit of a sandy slope. I told him to take a run at it and curve around us so that he could latch on and drag us out. He drove like a shmuck and slammed on the brakes just as his car was parralell with ours. His car slid down towards ours and next thing you know his tire is jammed against our quarter panel. Shmuck! As he pulled ahead he tore our bumper off and our tail light. Damn this car gets sexier every day...
From Yalingup we headed to Margaret River, one of the worlds premier wine regions and easily one of the most picturesque places I've ever been. Huge trees and beautiful vineyards stretching off into the distance. A good place for my summer hacienda and secondary invasion headquarters. We set up camp at a place called big valley which has showers and an outdoor kitchen at our disposal as well as proper toilets. We set up our tents and dug in for a long haul. We soon met a few of our neighbours, most being friendly aussies. Neil "the army dude" was soon a good friend and even took us too a shooting competition.
"Don't embarrass me" he said with his usual frowning stoic face.
Little did he know he had goddamn pirate ninja's on his hands.
The competition was pretty simple. From the sitting position you fired at a targets which would appear 5 times for 4 seconds at a time with 5 seconds in between to reload. This pattern was repeated once and then there was two 40 second exposures which had to be fired at 5 times. The targets were at 200 meters and the center bullseye was about 3 inches across I think. Neil went first and shot terrifically. He has a really nice .223 with a 6 power scope on it. Jerrod went next and seemed to do just as well and I went last and did pretty good but got cheated out of 5 seconds on my last 40 second exposure making me lose one shot completely. Oh well. Jerrod actually ended up winning the competition and Neil got second. I got around 4th because a true ninja never shows his full potential. Anyways I guess we didnt embarrass Neil. Some of the other guys in the competition congratulated us and offered for us to shoot their guns a bit. One guy had a rediculous Martini-Henry elephant gun that shot bullets you wuld expect to be putting in an artillery gun. The pause between shot and impact was epic. Also a .204 that was so accurate you could shoot bullseyes easily every time.
Neil also took us spearfishing and with the gidgie I shot 5 nice little black fish and jerrod shot a wopper 12 pounder with the speargun. That was a great day as we swam around 3 km and fed 6 foot stingrays some of the fish we caught. The bay we were at is called Hamelin Bay and It's lousy with stingrays, big black bastards with barbs the size of my forearm. They came right up to the beach where we could pet them and feed them fish heads and stuff. I even managed to go for a dive with one which was fantastic. It had its barb missing, probably from a boat prop or somethig and i swam alongside the ebast for a good ten minutes petting it and watchig it fly throught the water. Thats the best thing about stingrays, they dont seem to swim, but fly like some biological space ship. They are also super friendly and curious. Steve Irwin must have poke one in the eye to make it so pissed off. What an experience that was. I see great potential in my new stingray minions...they just need lasers or something.
For the past couple of weeks we've spent a lot of time at camp, which is at times boring and at times relaxing, searchig for jobs in town and checking out new beaches also takes up a fair amount of time. I landed at job at a great place called Settlers Tavern the other day and I start saturday. I'll be doin a mix of things from working in the kitchen to serving drinks to just being a glassy. Jerrod looks like he has a job running bobcat as well but his lack of a visa may be a problem, but we'll see. My mule is still looking for something, the eternal search I'm starting to refer to it in my head as. I figure he should just grape pick as some money is better than none but he doesnt seem to like that idea...oh well. Kay Sarah as they say. Maybe.
Another pretty interesting thing coming up is the aussie nationals of surfing right here in M-River...that oughta be a sight to behold...we wached some crazy bastards suring what looked to me like office buildings for waves...if I had gone out into the surf I would honetly have been dead in minutes...literally. My good friends Leo and Asaf returned from a quick trip home to Israel and hopefully they can show me the ropes soon as far as surfing is concerned. That should be a lot of fun.
ahhhhh.....sorry, such a long boring travelpod, too much to say in it and no pictures to show...frick. I guess I'll write these more often so as to prevent skipping stuff...or forgetting...as I remember stuff from the apst month I'll add to this entry as well or something.
Love to everyone, except you...yeah you in the back...you know who you are...no love for you. You smell.