and went close to the holes. Needless to say, when it went bang, he juped a mile
. Sarah did the same thing, and it made her jump as well. Me and Carol, the sensible ones, decided to watch from a distance. We popped into the town to see some classic car racing and to also try some Marrin Yabbies (bit like a cross between lobster and prawns, very nice) then headed off, cross country, to get up towards Wave Rock.
On the way up to Lake King, where we were to stay the night, we crossed a few floodplains in the van, at speed, just to add to the fun, and then filled up at Raventhorpe. There we met a local who came to the place to work for 6 months and ended up staying for the next 28 years. The town consisted of 2 petrol stations, one supermarket and a garage. And that was it. He was an entertaining fellow who had done his fair share of travelling, touring the world with his kids, before settling down with his farm, and delivering petrol to numerous outback stations. He was also responsible for the school run, travelling on average 400km a day just to drop the kids off at school from all the surrounding little towns. It certainly kept him busy. We continued the drive north, well Sarah was driving, that is until we had an unwelcome visitor in the van. A bee found its way in throught the air vents, crawled up Sarah's leg and then proceeded to sting her. All this whilst she was travelling at 100kph! Credit to her, she slowed, stopped, I squashed the bee, Tom removed the bee sting, and Carol sat there in a daze as she had been asleep through nearly the whole episode
. Sarah's thigh went bright red where the sting had got her, and she was in a bit of pain for the rest of the trip. We continued on until we saw a large trycicle where we stopped to have a photo taken. As we were lining up the shot, we saw a very very
large truck come around the bend at the top of the road. The tanker he had behind him also came around the bed but it was horizontal to the truck's cab, and he was sliding down the road straight for us!!! Luckily he managed to "swing" the tanker back behind the cab with a sharp turn of the truck, and we managed to escape. Everything just seemed to go in slow motion as it happened. If there was another car travelling up that side of the road, then there would have been a major accident. We arrived at Lake King campsite halfway to wave rock, went for a well deserved beer, went back to the park to cook dinner, washed the pots, whilst Tom looked through a porn mag that was left on the "free reading material for campsite guests" stand, and then off early to bed. It had been an eventful day to say that we'd been driving for most of it.
I was up early to see a wonderful sunrise over the coastline of Albany whilst all the rest were asleep. There were flocks of pelicans casually swimming along, midning their own business. Eventually Tom awoke, donned his aussie flag shorts and decided to jump in the water for an early morning swim. Fool. It was bloody freezing. He jumped in, and swam probably at the quickest pace he ever has done in order to get warm again. After the morning exertion's we made our way to see the Gap (a large rock opening where at high tide, and rough seas, the water is forced into a gulley and sprays way up in the air) and also the bridge (a natural formation that looks like a bridge made out of rock). We then popped to se the blow holes, small gaps in the coastline where water once again sprays through them, but it makes an almighty bang as it tries to squeeze all the water out. Tom decided to ignore the sign saying