Carnarvon Take Two
Trip Start Apr 13, 2011
35Trip End Jul 13, 2011
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“Later” arrived when Paddy decided to spend a quiet moment in Carnarvon refurbishing them, so we could ride around town on them as intended. There was way too much cursing coming from the “workshop” for my liking, so I poked my nose around the trailer to find that the girl in Kalgoorlie had sold us tubes with the wrong valves, so we couldn’t pump the tyres up with the pump we were carrying. In addition, the funky new tyres were not quite the same size as the wheels. Anyway, to cut a long story short, the bikes now have four new tyres and four new tubes, but they also have four little bulges that make a kind of plopping noise when you ride over them, as they are too big for the wheels. It's a bit like riding over a speed hump every rotation of the wheel. Might be able to sell them to a convent when we are done with them!
We have come to the conclusion it would have been cheaper and easier to just walk into a Kmart somewhere and buy two new bikes off the shelf
My God, we have eaten well in Carnarvon! The freshest of veges from the roadside stalls and plump, fresh fish every night bar one. We only skipped that night because we went to the Asian noodle shop for lunch and ate massive big meals there (also with fresh prawns) that were so filling that even Miss Piggy wasn’t hungry at dinner time. The people in Carnarvon should be the healthiest in Australia if you look at the diet they could be eating. I suspect beer, ciggies and a bit of complacency interferes with this in many cases, but they certainly have the capacity to be living like kings and queens if they want to. The fish is not cheap, but it is amazing
I am leaving Carnarvon scratching like a flea-ridden dog. We made the mistake of visiting Miaboolya Beach and lying on the sand for a while after a dip. It’s supposed to be a swimming beach, but it wasn’t overly stunning and perhaps we should have been warned off by the muddy track we had to drive on to get to it, as well as the fact that the only signs at the beach were related to fishing and for some reason, were printed in both English and Vietnamese. In fact, the only reason we could think of for going to Miaboolya again was if you were a boat person trying to enter Australia illegaly, because it didn't really have much else going for it
We keep hearing that Coral Bay is just like Noosa, which has scared us off a bit, as that's not our natural habitat, so on Jo's advice we are delaying the inevitable with a trip out to Quobba Station, just north of the Blowholes, for a few days. According to her, there's perfectly good snorkelling to be had at this far south end of the Ningaloo Reef. If this plan works, we can skip Coral Bay altogether, as we haven't come all this way for a latte with a million other city-slickers; we have come to explore the nooks and crannies of the real WA. Plenty of time for latte in the place where it's done the best! Mind you, I have not gone without my caffeine pleasures. Every morning, I treat myself to one perfect coffee, brewed on the mudguard of the trailer in my new percolator. After much deliberation, I purchased it specially to keep me sane on this trip, and so far it seems to be doing the trick, so that was money very well spent. I should be able to claim it back on my health insurance, I reckon!