Time to hit the beaches
Trip Start Dec 03, 2013
25Trip End Mar 05, 2014
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While the Exmouth caravan park was pretty empty the huge camp kitchen was busy most evenings with back packers on organised tours. It would appear Exmouth is the most northerly point for the standard WA tours. It's not really where the beaches end and the industry starts but it's still a long way from the nearest international airport.
We had quite a chuckle trying to guess the nationalities but it was easy to make out the UK contingent and not for any flattering reasons.
Leaving Exmouth we stopped off for brekkie at Learmonth Airport, a joint civil/military airfield. Plenty of cars in the car park but the place was shut and nobody about
Useless observation time. We've hardly seen an Audi, BMW, Mercedes, Jaguar or any sports car since leaving Cairns!
Arriving shortly before lunch in Coral Bay and already Jan has decided this is where she applies for asylum!
It looks like a beach bums paradise although we aren't too happy sharing a beach with the few others already here and while the camp grounds are far from full there are other people about. It feels like we are really starting to rejoin society again. Not many caravans just lots of non Aussies in camper vans.
Although the official population is 190 the town is apparently owned by 3 people and only originated in 1968. Nice little earner as it might be quiet now but at the height of the season they cater for 4500 and then it's a sell out.
Not too busy in the pub last night though. As the bell bar rang Wally thought it was to signify someone had given the bar staff a tip....no last orders
9th February 2014
Lazy day in laid back ville. Sunning, sleeping, swimming and sweating sums up the day.
Must be the first day in ages the bus didn't move all day.
Enjoyed watching a school of huge snapper fish swimming around our feet in the warm crystal clear waters of the bay.
10th February 2014
It never seems to amaze us that when we wake up in the morning the caravan parks are a lot emptier than when we went to bed! Maybe that explains why there is no signs of life after 9PM.
Right next to us a couple of women who had a huge trailer tent and vast amounts of associated camping kit managed to pack up and debunk and we didn't hear a thing
The 11000km clicked up as we rejoined Highway 1 towards our planned stop at Carnarvon 230km south of Coral Bay.
Passing through the Tropic of Capricorn yet again (5th time), the last time being 6000km ago as we left Alice behind.
Eric the Emu provided some entertainment when he realised despite braking we were getting a little too close. Seeing an Emu accelerate virtually pulling a wheelie was quite comical.
We have been getting used to moving to one side when wide loads approach shifting portable accommodation and mining equipment north but today we had to take to the verge on the advice of a copper when half a Tonka toy on a trailer approached, so wide, it took up both sides of the road.
Bright and sunny as usual but the temperature is starting to drop. We never thought 32C would feel slightly chilly!
Having left behind us a cyclone in Cairns, record temperatures in Longreach we heard Kununurra had copped 550mm rain over two days
Despite being on the same page of the map as Perth, Carnarvon is still approx 1000km north and has a nice laid back feel about the place and isn't very busy. It looks like it will be added to our approved list of habitable areas.
11th February 2014
No time to explore Carnarvon today as we head off back North a few Km before heading West to the Indian Ocean to take in the Blow Holes.
Arriving to a huge sign that declares King Waves Kill we presume there was another word on front of King originally!
For anyone familiar with the UK coast it's not that special really, what makes it special is the blue sky, temperature and isolation.
Nearby we came across a deserted shanty town made up of old caravans, portable buildings and corrugated steel sheets all set out along a wonderful protected bay
Didn't see a sole as we wandered through and along the beach.
Heading along a dirt road (approx 8km naughty in our van)! to take a look at the HMAS Sydney 2 memorial we come across signs for the nearby Homestead at Quobba which we check out and decide to visit. ( one for Galf to look up but maybe a bit too modern being WW2)
A working sheep farm covering nearly 200,000 acres. The park is a side line with no customers at this time of year but in season looks like it caters for quite a few.
Rough and ready but what we expected. We were soon exploring the wilderness and the rugged coast. Quite a contrast to Coral Bay, here the full force of the Indian Ocean pulverises the rock cliffs.
We only saw one other vehicle all afternoon and the speed the old Land Cruiser went past on the gravel road, we want to have a go. Especially as the Homestead owner recommended a couple of spots further up the coast
Sitting on a bench overlooking the raging sea was fun although we never did determine what the large fish with a huge fin was that was swimming around in front of us in the shallows!
In view of the forthcoming Valentines Day Wally insisted Jan join him on the bench to watch the sun set while he serenaded her with his full repertoire of Jingle Bells and Waltzing Matilda on the Uek. Luckily for her at that point the wind turned, the waves grew in strength with a cacophony of sound that Wally couldn't compete with. The cloud on the horizon didn't help either.
Wally retreated for further practice and to serve dinner and to listen to the weather forecast thank full that we had managed to escape the rain that was now pouring on towns we had recently visited.