Our Honeymoon

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

27 September (Day 22 – Adelaide to Hobart via Melbourne)

It is 8.10am. Helen is bouncing up and down on the bed – she has been up since 6.30. Poor Daniel just shakes his head.
We packed up, again, checked out and loaded up the car. We headed off to the Pack & Send for them deliver the two cases of wine to home when we get back and then made our way down to Glenelg.
When we arrived police had closed off many roads. Turns out there was a bomb scare at one of the building sites on the foreshore, but nothing went bang.
We walked out onto the pier and then went and had fish and chips for lunch at a local hotel. Nothing spectacular, but it looked good.
We then felt brave enough to dip our toes in shark infested waters. Needless to say, we survived – Daniel’s foot odour probably scared the sharks away!
After a brief stop off at a music store, we had a capucino and then headed off to Adelaide airport.
We returned the car and then sat down to read our books until the plane was ready for boarding.
Yet again, Helen was assigned the window seat. Every flight so far Helen has been assigned the window seat, but today she relinquished it to Daniel – at least there was a bit of a view as we crossed over the boarder and then it started to get black. The plane was late taking off and so the 45 minutes we had in Melbourne turned into a 5 minute turnaround in Melbourne.
Finally Daniel had been assigned a window seat – it was still pitch black outside.
Arriving in Hobart it was a chilly 10°C, and here we were in shorts and our TDFs (TDFs are Transitional Dive Footwear – the things you wear between dives! Most call them thongs or sandals).
We got our car and drove the 15 km to the Hotel Grand Chancellor. The Harbourview Hotel in North Sydney has a fantastic view and a great bridal suite. Reefview Hotel at Hamilton Island was wonderful. The Stalag at Exmouth was a nightmare. Fremantle was a welcome relief from Exmouth. Adelaide Hotel was an old tired hotel, struggling to keep it’s head above water. The Hotel Grand Chancellor in Hobart is impressive. It has a view of the Derwent River, Mt Wellington, Hobart City – and this is all from our room on the 7th floor. It doesn’t beat Hamilton Island, but it is nice.
We got to our room at about 10:30pm and hadn’t eaten dinner. We ordered room service – Daniel had lamb with mashed pumpkin and a shiraz jus and Helen had the seafood bisque.
Helen found the laundry on the 20th floor whilst Daniel explored the television options – including Fox Sport – and checked out details for the Tasmanian Archive Authority.

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

26 September 2005 (Day 21)

Another morning of waking up and lazing around, watching ‘Sunrise’ to get the news and weather (and then watching Bambaloo which follows!) before heading north again – this time to the Clare Valley wineries. There were only three wineries on the Langton’s list from the Clare Valley, but this is also the only place where there is another St Aloysius College.
Our first stop (after a very brief one to eat something before consuming glasses of wine) was at Grosset. As we drove up the sign read “Open Wednesday – Sunday”. No! If only we had done the Clare Valley first we would have avoided a lot of problems.
That opportunity missed, we drove onto St Aloysius College and Sevenhills vineyard. This is a vineyard run by the Jesuits since 1851 and was also used as a boys school and later a seminary.
They had heaps of wines – none on the Langton’s list – including a St Aloysius Riesling and a St Ignatius red blend. The St Aloysius Riesling hasn’t been bottled yet, so we couldn’t get that but we did get seven wines (well, it is Sevenhills!) and all the for less than the price of some of the more expensive bottles we have bought this trip!

We then were able to have a look around the museum and cellars and down with the tokay vats. We even pulled out the stoppers to a few and had a sniff! Yum!
We had a look around the grounds and took a photograph of the church – which looks as if someone stole the spire. Helen asked as the drawings in the museum showed a spire and it turns out they ran out of money. We went inside the church and it looked very different to the College chapel that we were married in!
Under the church is a crypt that we were able to walk into. Only Jesuits who died whilst at Sevenhills are buried in there, the first one dating back to 1897 and the most recent 1996. There are only three spots left!
In the guest book at the cellar door Daniel wrote “Ad Majora Natus – SAC ‘91”. Ad Majora Natus is the College motto, which means ‘Born for greater things’.
Our journey then took us to Wendouree vineyard. This one wasn’t shown on the map so we called before asking for directions. We found out then that they didn’t do tastings. So when we got there we were expecting just to buy one of the four bottles on the Langton’s list. To our dismay they have no wine left. They sell out because they are so good. The woman there was very helpful and took our details so that we could be informed when they were released.
They also had a copy of the Langton’s List poster. We reviewed where we have been and surprisingly we’ve been to a lot of the list now.
Onto Jim Barry for the last winery in the Clare Valley – a bottle of The Armagh Shiraz was in order. Daniel tasted all their wines, some nice, some not so nice. We picked up a couple of extra bottles. As we were leaving the woman said that they were just about to release the 2002 vintage, which is predicted to be a better vintage. Helen asked if we could pay the extra $10 and mailing costs and they could send it to us when it is released. The woman went and phoned someone and then came back and said that we could have the bottle now. Turns out they were sending the wine to their members now and releasing it to the public soon. Helen said “Sometimes it pays to be a troublemaker!”
We then made a mad rush down to the Barossa to get to the wineries we missed yesterday. Our first stop was Wolff Blass – one of the largest vineyards we’ve seen.
Whilst a group of retired men complained about their wives buying bags and shirts whilst they were tasting, Daniel watched the clock. We had an hour for three wineries.
When we finally were being served he just asked for a bottle of the Black Label Cabernet blend. The woman was surprised and asked if we wanted to try it first. Reluctantly Daniel did and was surprised that it wasn’t as nice as others. Hopefully cellaring will work wonders on this one.
We started rushing to the star of the Barossa – Henscke – that is, until Daniel looked them up in the guide and saw they closed at 4:30pm. Given that it was 4:25pm, there was no use in trying to get there.
As it happened we just made it to Rockfords before they shut at 5pm. They too were sold out of the Basket Press Shiraz but had some other nice wines and fortifieds. We bought a bottle of semillon. Whilst there we heard some music playing – The Whitlams. We haven’t heard them since the reception and it turns out that Tim Freedman is a fan of Rockfords – always drinking a bottle on stage!
They also had some bread from Tanunda that tasted absolutely wonderful. We thought we’d try our luck and see if they were open – which they were but little choices of breads. We got a white loaf and then went to a park and ate the remainder of the last night’s dinner and some bread.
Back to Adelaide and after a drive around the city we relaxed in our room watching Mythbusters before looking for dinner. We tried Ned Kellys Australian Restaurant across the road from the hotel but they had closed due to low trade that night. So into the heart of Adelaide we went in search of dinner.
We found a restaurant called ‘Daniels’ so we went there. We both had a T-bone steak with pepper sauce, chips and salad with a glass of Wirra Wirra Shiraz. Not too spectacular.
Daniel suggested we go to the casino. After finding free parking about a kilometre away we walked into a small area of the casino where there were a group of tables playing roulette, blackjack, pontoon and a wheel.
We started off with $2 on the pokies, which quickly disappeared. After getting some more change we then went to the roulette table. We started picking numbers, and then Helen got the game – we played corners and dozens. Then we started to win. We got up to $60 – we had got $20 in chips and $10 in coins for pokies.
Moving over to the blackjack table was a mistake – of the five hands played, Daniel only won one. The dealer was getting blackjack, 21 with six cards. She was unbeatable!
With only $10 left in chips we went back to the roulette table. We eventually won up to $40 but lost back down to $25. We cashed up and left – losing only $1 for about two hours of fun. And we got to keep the coin cup!
Driving back the fuel light came on in the car so we went and filled up. $70 worth of fuel. If only we won more at the casino!

25 September 2005 (Day 20)

It is Sunday today, so we are going to head North to take in the fruit of the vine and work of human hands in the Barossa Valley. The first task of the day is for Helen to collect the car which a Budget staff member delivers to the hotel at 9am. On the phone Helen had asked for a car one category up from the smallest (one company had offered us a Getz but we didn’t think that Daniel’s 6ft4 would fit into that!). They had quoted us $115 for 3 day hire of a Pulsar or similar, but when Helen gets downstairs there is a shiny gold Magna waiting for us. We don’t know yet if they are going to want to charge any more for it because the computers are down so Connie, the little German girl who delivers the car, has to take down Helen’s details by hand on an old-fashioned paper form.
We don’t know where the café strip is in Adelaide so cruise up O’Connell St in North Adelaide heading for the Main North Rd which will take us to the Barossa. We stop at Café Vicino for breakfast. It only has a few patrons so doesn’t have the atmosphere of Gino’s in Fremantle, but it isn’t too bad. Daniel has pancakes with fruit salad, maple syrup and cream (no huge strawberries this time) with a vanilla milkshake and Helen has a huge ham and cheese croissant with a wildberry smoothie which tastes more like a berry milkshake. Then we start following the signs to the Barossa Valley.
Although it has been raining all morning we decide to see if the Whispering Wall works in the rain, so take the turn off to Gawler and on to the Barossa Reservoir. The Whispering Wall is the sweeping arc concrete wall of the reservoir itself. Daniel stood next to the wall whilst Helen ran around the top to the other end, 140m away. As she ran Daniel could hear her footsteps the whole way, including the rustling of her jeans. From one end, a normal speaking voice can be heard at the other end as though the speaker were standing next to you. The acoustic effect was pretty cool, but the most amazing thing for us, coming from drought-stricken Sydney, was the fact that the dam was full! The water level was only 1m below the walkway. OK, so this was only a small local area dam, but the day’s constant rain and the lush surrounds was a bit of a different world.
The sightseeing over, it was time to down to the serious business of tracking down more of the Langton’s Auction List wines. There were heaps of them in the Barossa Valley. Our first stop was at St Hallet, where we saw Stewy a green parrot at the entrance to the cellar door. He was looking a bit chilly on this damp morning. At St Hallet we were after their Old Block Shiraz.
The next winery on the list was Rochford, just across the main road from St Hallet. We found the winery, but also found a sign hanging from the wall saying they were now closed on Sundays to eek out their wine stocks. Drat. Oh well, plenty more wineries to visit in the Barossa… in fact, the next one on the list was about 300m further down the road. At Charles Melton Wines there were a pair of cats curled up in a directors chair next to the fireplace, the woman running the tastings laughingly suggested Daniel could fight the cats for the chair as he wasn’t tasting. He didn’t try it. We picked up the 9 Popes Shiraz blend and, as Helen had just acquired a father-in-law and it is his birthday the day we get back to Sydney, we also picked up a bottle of the Father-in-Law Shiraz. There was a cool series of cartoon posters on the wall about the father-in-law, one of which is on the bottle label.
Peer Lehmann was our next winery, another familiar name. We picked up the Stonewall Shiraz. We also learnt from one of the staff that Henschke, the winery we were about to head for next and the one we were most looking forward to in the Barossa as it had heaps of wines on the Langton’s List, was also closed on Sundays. It was lucky she told us as Henschke is a fair hike from the Barossa into the neighbouring Eden Valley.
As Henschke was closed and it was 1pm we decided to head for lunch. Not just a quick take-away snack this time – we were in Maggie Beer territory! We cut through some back roads and found Pheasant Farm and the Maggie Beer shop. They run a 2-course lunch for $25. All their tables were booked out and it was too wet to eat outside, but the waitress checked her bookings and one of the tables wasn’t needed for another hour so she was happy for us to use that one. It had a pleasant view of the little lake on one side of the shop, with water fowl swimming around – we wondered if they were the next day’s ingredients!
Lunch arrived, first pate with a side dish of caramelised onions and lovely little brioche, flavoured with a little shredded citrus peel, instead of crackers. There hadn’t been any choice about the entrée, but Daniel, who is not an offal man, bravely ate most of his. For main Daniel had a crispy skin chicken infused with herbs and drizzled with aioli, crispy slices of potato, grilled artichoke and witlof. Helen tried the game pie (any water fowl from the lake?) served with cabernet sauce, roasted fennel and baby carrots and a little rocket. They were both very, very nice. At one of the wineries later that day we heard that the Maggie Beer shop could be closing soon so, despite Helen’s dithering about price and whether she could eat a 2-course meal for lunch, we were glad we’d tried it while we had the chance. On the way out we tried some of the sauces but, as our bags are already over weight, only bought a small tub of Blood Plum Paste (as a change from quince paste) to have with the Margaret River cheeses in the fridge at the hotel.
As Henschke were now off today’s list we went on to perhaps the biggest name in the Barossa Valley, Penfolds. In the car park we discovered that we had neglected to write down the Langton’s List wines we needed to drool over (we didn’t expect to be able to afford to buy them all today, the big name also has a big price tag). Helen tasted anyway – we may as well get an idea of what their range taste like in case we ever decide to indulge ourselves. We ended up with a bottle of Bin 407 Cabernet Sauvignon to drink while we are waiting the 10+ years cellaring for all those Langton’s List wines. Boy are we going to have a lot of good wines to choose from in 10 years time! Penfolds have another winery at Magill, 15 minutes from Adelaide, so all is not lost for our quest.
Onwards to Elderton for the Command Shiraz and another between-times bottle, a 2002 Cab Sav. Then a bit of back-roads guess work (these free maps from the tourist info centres don’t show all the streets or street names, very confusing) to end up at the Barossa Valley Estate for the E&E Black Pepper Shiraz. As Daniel, who loves his pepper, loves the characteristically peppery taste of shiraz, this seemed an apt name for a shiraz! The winery also had on their shelf magnums of 2001 shiraz for only $28, which seemed a bit of a bargain, but they didn’t have any to taste and the girl serving us blithely told us that 2001 had been a crap year as it was too long and hot and that 2002 had been a much better year for the shiraz. Needless to say we made sure we bought a 2002 Black Pepper Shiraz! Even 10 years of cellaring won’t help much if the vintage wasn’t too good to begin with!
Our last winery for the day was another big name, Seppelt, where we picked up the Dorrien Cabernet before finding our way to the Sturt Highway and pointed the Magna South. In the midst of full-blown winery country and we were still so close to the city, particularly compared to the long drive from Margaret River only a few days earlier. This didn’t help Helen, however, who finds sitting doing nothing in the passenger seat of a car irresistibly soporific at the best of times, let alone after seven wineries! She woke up about 10 minutes from the hotel to find Daniel grim-faced– he’d had stomach cramps on the way and was desperate to get back to the hotel before exploding.
Back at the hotel and an Immodium later Helen went for a walk to see if she could find a supermarket still open – we hadn’t had any luck with this in Fremantle and so far hadn’t found a nearby supermarket open late in Adelaide either! Eureka! She found a little store, a greengrocer and an organic butcher hiding beside a neon sign for a day/night chemist and was finally able to stock up on fruit, plus some salad to have for dinner with the Margaret River cheese.
Whilst Daniel relaxed in a hot bath to sooth his stomach Helen started to catch up on 4 days of missing journal entries – a bit daunting but we don’t want to get to the end of our honeymoon and wonder what we did for the month!
We had a comfortable and companiable evening grazing on Margaret River cheese, cold meats, Maggie Beer’s blood plum paste, tabouleh and tossed salad with half a bottle of a Barossa Valley cab sav on the bed watching Sunday night TV.

Monday, September 26, 2005

24 September 2005 (Day 19)

A silly morning where Helen woke up too early and was champing at the bit to get out and see the sights while Daniel was watching the Grand Final coverage from bed. Helen filled in the morning calling around the eight or so budget car rental places in Adelaide looking for the best deal for a car to tour the wineries over the next few days. Ironically, the best deal ended up being Budget, with the added security of a new car and the big name service. She booked a car to be delivered to the hotel at 9am the next morning.
On our way down we stopped at Reception to ask about our TV. The woman at the front desk said firmly that they didn’t have any Maintenance staff on over the weekend and that she would see what she could do but they were very busy right now as it was in the middle of check-out. It didn’t sound too promising.
We finally headed off to walk into Adelaide. The heritage buildings in Sydney are made of sandstone, in Fremantle and Perth it was limestone, in Melbourne it is bluestone. We couldn’t quite work out what the local building material for the heritage buildings in Adelaide are made of, it looks like a hard stone like basalt or maybe a variant of bluestone or something similar.
We slowly sauntered down King William Rd, passed through an Immigration Fair in the foyer of the Adelaide Festival Centre, where Helen’s eyes lit up at the sight of a Muslim woman sitting behind icecream cartons of home-made Turkish delight and pistachio-sprinkled baklava, only to be dragged firmly away by a shuddering health inspector!
At the Tourist Information Centre we picked up free maps of Adelaide and the main wine regions and a guide to the pubs of Adelaide (to help us find somewhere to watch the game) before heading down the main shopping precinct, Rundle Mall. We walked what felt like at least three or four long blocks (OK, on the map it is only two blocks) all closed off to form a mall. It felt huge and expansive as Adelaide’s city streets are much wider than Sydney streets, so it didn’t feel nearly as crowded and frenetic as Pitt St Mall. There are a couple of cool metal street sculptures in the Mall. One is a set of big pigs, with one standing up on its hind legs to root about in a rubbish bin!
As it was 12.30 we decided to start to find a pub where we could have lunch and settle in to watch the Grand Final. We passed by the narrow entrance to Richmond Hotel, swallowed up by shopfronts. We went down the stairs to Mansions Tavern but it was ominously quiet, not even the pokies in use and definitely no TV. The Austral Hotel was better, with a big screen TV but it already had a crowd of several sporting groups taking up all the limited table space so we kept walking. We went down Frome St and looked in the windows of the Exeter but although there were people there we couldn’t hear a TV so kept on to The Elephant. “It’s a British pub, they aren’t going to have Aussie Rules on!” said Daniel, but when we walked in there was a beautiful, sharp plasma screen tuned to channel 10 facing an expansive leather couch and no spectators but the bar staff.
We first laid claim to the table immediately behind the couch and directly in front of the screen, then stepped over to the bar to see if there was any chance of lunch. There was, so we ordered Spaghetti Bolognaise for Daniel (as they were out of roast) and “Salt and Pepper Squid” for Helen (which, when it came out, was nothing more than calamari). As we weren’t going to be driving until the following day we were free to drink, so Daniel ordered Kilkenny and Helen Strongbow by the pint, both of which were on tap. Whilst we were waiting for lunch to come some more customers started drifting in, and eventually an elderly gentleman and his younger companion (maybe his son) settled themselves in the comfortable-looking couch which Daniel had had his eye on since we had come in. Oh well, we wouldn’t have managed the enormous plates of food which eventually turned up without a table, and we still had a great view for the game. Four pints of Kilkenny later Daniel was jubilant. After 2½ pints of cider Helen was just sloshed.
For those who live on another planet, the Sydney Swans won their first AFL Premiership Title in 72 years, 22 of which Daniel has been following them for since his father won a VCR in a Sydney Swan raffle way back in 1983!
We rolled out of The Elephant, turned down one street and headed back along a street running parallel with Rundle Mall to see it there was anything else to see. There wasn’t much other than a group of rowdy Swans supporters (must have been, they were very happy!) who yelled out from the balcony of a pub that they liked our legs (we were wearing shorts in a world of jeans) and a cinema. We decided to go back to our room, change into jeans, and come back out to see a movie. We took a taxi from the hotel to the Palace cinemas on Rundle St and saw an Australian movie, Little Fish.
When we came out of the cinema the streets were puddled with rain and it was still drizzling. We started walking back along Rundle St towards the hotel in search of a light dinner. Daniel felt like Thai so we jumped into the first Thai restaurant we saw, called Michael 2. Not exactly a Thai name, so maybe we should have kept on walking. We had read that Adelaide was a city full of great restaurants at great prices. We managed to find one of the few that weren’t either. Michel 2 certainly wasn’t anything like the Newtown Thai restaurants we were used to: it was more expensive, the veggie spring rolls were ordinary, the steamed rice was gluggy and the green curry with chicken tasted almost like just chicken in a bit of coconut milk – and there were no veggies in with the chicken! Even the garnishes were pathetic. Luckily we weren’t that hungry and had only ordered one entrée and one main to share between us.
Then it was a slow walk across the Torrens River and up the hill to the hotel and bed. We’ll be mobile tomorrow!

23 September 2005 (Day 18 – Perth to Adelaide)

Today was our last day out West. We spent the morning re-packing everything and were finally out the door just after 10am and piling into one very heavily laden Corolla.
Our first stop was at a packaging/courier place we had noticed earlier – once we had gone the long way around the block looking for parking in Fremantle’s network of one-way streets. We left our Margaret River wines in good hands (we hope) to be trucked back to Sydney and went on to pay Daniel’s speeding fine at the post office. The trainee clerk had some trouble working out what to do but it finally processed, or at least we have the receipt to prove that we tried! Finally we crossed the road to the Fremantle Airport Shuttle office to find out about getting to the airport for our afternoon flight to Adelaide.
We now had about 2 hours or so left before we had to return the car and head for the airport so we drove into Perth to visit the Perth Mint. This was our first time driving through the city of Perth CBD. We had noticed when we arrived in the shuttle bus how few skyscrapers there are compared to Sydney and Melbourne, and this was emphasised when we drove down St Georges Terrace. Because there are comparatively few very tall buildings the city feels so open.
We were able to get street parking immediately outside the Mint, fed the parking meter and found that a tour of the Mint was just about to start. The Perth Mint was completed just before the turn of the century, as a branch of the British Royal Mint, to process the gold from the WA goldfields instead of having to travel to the mints in Melbourne or Sydney. The Mint is still in operation, and is Australia’s biggest gold refiner as well as producing commemorative coins and other things such as the Sydney 2000 Olympics medals. Official coinage is produced by the Commonwealth Mint in Canberra.
We joined the tour, which was fairly brief, then went on to have a look around. One of the things on offer is to have a gold plated coin engraved with a special message or to mark your visit, so we had one engraved to mark the WA leg of our honeymoon. Then it was time for the demonstration gold pour. This is held in the original melting room of the Mint. The show is quite spectacular. The pourer, John, dimmed the lights so that the big, high room with its smokey tin ceiling is lit only by the gas furnace which was melting the gold to 1350°C. John raised the kiln lid and lifted out the crucible, using long heavy tongs, and placed it on the table next to the lead mould. The crucible was glowing red with heat. He switched to another set of tongs and tilted the crucible to pour a stream of glowing molten gold into the mould. He moved the crucible to sit next to the kiln, where we could hear it cracking as it slowly changed colour from bright red, through to a duller red and finally back to a shiny black as it cooled. meantime John plunged the mould into cold water to cool the gold and, only a few minutes after pouring the molten gold, he turned out a shiny bar cool enough to handle.
After the Mint we retrieved the car before any traffic wardens noticed the meter had expired and, after a few wrong turns (more one way streets!) we were charging back to Fremantle. We had been in Fremantle for four days and hadn’t had fish and chips, so detoured to the Harbour where Daniel waited in the car whilst Helen raced in to Kailis’ to order take away fish and chips. We then had an anxious drive back to the car rental outlet, as the shuttle bus was supposed to pick us up from there at 2.30 and it was past that when we eventually got the car back. Daniel lugged all our bags out whilst Helen raced in to look after the paper work. Luckily the shuttle bus hadn’t come yet.
We scoffed the fish and chips on the shuttle bus – not a very satisfactory lunch, as it had all got a bit cold and sweated in the plastic bag, and eating on the bus trying not to make a mess wasn’t the best way to enjoy it. Oh well.
We arrived at the airport with a 1½ hour wait for our flight. The terminal was full of West Coast supporters flying by any route possible to Melbourne for the Grand Final. We over heard one woman calling her children to laughingly tell them she and her husband were about to board a ‘plane and would be back on Monday and that she didn’t think she’d been so excited in all her life.’ Hope she enjoyed the game!
Helen got yet another window seat, and, as we were waiting to taxi out, by craning her neck glimpsed what looked like it could have been the sunset we had been waiting for – too late! As we were flying Qantas for this leg, our only Qantas flight of the trip, there was a light meal served. We were sitting the furthest towards the end of the plane that we had so far, so by the time the air crew got to us with our meals the only thing left was fish. It was pretty ordinary. Probably also because we were towards the end of the plane it seemed to take ages for the crew to clear our plates, at least compared to the Skywest flights, but then again they only had a maximum of 46 passengers to look after on the Foker 50s, and no business class! After they had cleared dinner the crew came around with chocolate Trumpeter ice creams (like a Corneto), an unexpected and nice touch.
We finally arrived in Adelaide at 10.10pm local time, or 8.40pm WA time. We hadn’t got around to figuring out how to get from the airport to our hotel, so decided to just take a taxi, which luckily wasn’t too expensive and took us down part of North Terrace. The glimpses of historic buildings lit up in the night looked pretty good.
We had booked an internet special rate at the Hotel Adelaide International, on the fringe of North Adelaide. When we got out of the lift on level 4 we realised that our room was in the dark, unlit portion of the hallway – there was a 4-way light fitting immediately above our door but it wasn’t on and Daniel couldn’t find a light switch anywhere down the hall. Luckily there was enough light from the nearest working light for it not to be too much of a problem once we had worked out which room was ours, but it was a bit disconcerting.
Inside the room was old but reasonably spacious, and again we had a view! This time our window looked out South over gardens and rooftops to the city of Adelaide proper. We could see the spires of St Peter’s Cathedral, the light towers for Adelaide Oval and the city buildings. Then Daniel turned on the TV – snow. Changed chanel. More snow and a great soundtrack if you find static calming. Given that tomorrow was the AFL Grand Final and the Sydney Swans were playing in it Daniel didn’t find the static calming at all. After a brief investigation he found the reason – the antenna fitting was broken.
Although it was nearing 11pm Adelaide time, it was still pretty early Perth time, so we went downstairs to see what there was to see. On the way we stopped at Reception to ask if the TV could be fixed. The clerk on duty looked about 16 and had to keep ducking back inside the office to ask about what could be done about our TV. He assured us that he would leave a message for Maintenance to fix it first thing the next morning.
Meanwhile Daniel had been chatting to the barman under the neon red “Cocktails” sign and found out that there was no food to be had at the hotel but there were a number of take-away places open late up the street as well as a 24hr bakery. We set out to investigate and ended up at the bakery where Daniel had a curry beef pie.
Back at the hotel we decided to have a cocktail. As we were making “mmmm” noises over their list and chatting to the barman about the game the next day (he was a Sydney man himself and had just got married on Anzac Day) the barman told us that he could also make other cocktails if we wanted something not on the list. We decided to ask for Brandy Alexanders, a classic cocktail and an old favourite. He asked how to make them. We couldn’t remember, as it is a while since we had a cocktail night, so he looked up his box of recipes. “Hmmm, that’s a lot of cream” he said. He pulled out a can of Dairy Whip. “This is the only cream I have.” We decided that a Brandy Alexander made with canned whipped cream was an experience we could do without and chose from the bar menu. After some time, a trip by the barman for a bottle of Baileys and a bowl full of savoury nibbles our cocktails were ready, a Banana Bender for Daniel and a Toblerone for Helen, topped with Dairy Whip.
We had a good chat with the barman about wines, things to do in Adelaide, how to get into the city and other touristy things. He explained that he didn’t normally work behind the bar, which explained things. He also explained that the hotel was only operating for another three weeks before it was going to close down and be converted into apartments, which explained a lot more.

Sunday, September 25, 2005

22 September 2005 (Day 17)

Today was our real sightseeing day in Fremantle! Finally we had woken to a clear morning without drizzle and set off in the car to South Terrace, the “Cappuccino Strip” for a late breakfast. We checked out a few cafes and a second-hand bookshop before deciding on Gino’s for breky, on the premise that if there was a crowd there was a good chance the food was good. It certainly worked this time – the coffee was great and so was breakfast, the Gino’s Special (Italian sausages, eggs , tomato, bacon and thick buttered toast) for Daniel and thick eggy pancakes topped generously with slices of the biggest, juiciest, tastiest strawberries and a side pot of cream for Helen. If you are ever looking for breakfast in Freo we’d definitely recommend Gino’s!
As we still had parking we had a bit of a stroll around before picking up the car and moving down to the Shipwreck Museum on Marine Terrace. We walked in 5 minutes before a tour was due, which ended up being a tour of just the two of us with the guide. The main focus of the museum is the four Dutch shipwrecks from the Albrohos Islands, as these are the source of most of their material.
The primary shipwreck and the subject of the tour was the barque Batavia. The guide started by setting the scene in Amsterdam in 1599, and the circumstances leading to the formation of the Dutch East India Trading Company. In around 1628 or ’29 the Batavia was filled for her maiden voyage with trade goods such as chests of silver coins, bolts of silk, art works as well as a stone portico for the Governor’s residence in Batavia (now Jakarta). Against superstition, she also carried around 30 passengers, women and children, traditionally bad luck on a voyage. The rest of those on board were the crew, supervised by the charismatic but crooked Cornelius, and soldiers.
The Batavia sailed around the Cape of Good Hope, pulled in to Madagascar for a spell, then headed for the strong Southern current towards Australia before tacking North towards her ultimate goal in the Indonesian Archipelago. Unfortunately, like many ships to come, she came too close to the treacherous Western Australian coast and ran aground on one of the Albrahos Islands. The captain, who had been in bed ill, ordered the trade goods to be jettisoned over the side but the ship was beyond saving so the passengers were sent off to land on lifeboats. The next day the captain set off with some of his crew to see if he could find food and water. Cornelius and his band of cronies decided to stay on board the Batavia and reportedly lived it up on the remains of the stores and alcohol until she broke up and they were forced onto the island.
The captain couldn’t find sufficient food and water on the islands, nor on the dry and barren looking mainland so decided to head to Batavia (Jakarta) to get help for the survivors. Meanwhile, Cornelius persuaded the soldiers to separate off to another island in search of supplies and commenced a systematic decimation of the survivors in an effort to rule them and also to get at one of the beautiful female passengers. Eventually the soldiers found out about Cornelius’ murders by means of escapees. At the same time, both Cornelius and the soldiers saw the captain returning in another barque (severely chastised by the Governor, who was extremely displeased that all the trade goods were in the sea instead of under his control and who had ordered the captain to recover the goods).
Both Cornelius and the captain of the soldiers raced in their little boats to the unsuspecting captain, Cornelius with the intention of seizing control of the barque and the retrieved trade goods, the soldiers to warn the Batavia’s captain. The soldiers got there first, and when Cornelius and his men tried to board the barque they were seized and arrested. After three weeks of taking evidence Cornelius and his men were tried and executed on the island before the captain and shipwrecked passengers and soldiers returned to Batavia.
We spent some time looking at the partial reconstruction of the Batavia, from planks recovered from near the stern portside. It is an impressive sight to walk through the glass doors into a dimly lit room and see the dark timbers looming above our heads.
We headed across the train tracks to the Fishing Harbour for a quick lunch at McDonalds before going on to the Whalers Tunnel, a tunnel dug in the early 1800’s by the whaling companies under through the dunes between the main beach and the main road to facilitate transport between the two. The Tunnel is also dug under our next stop, the Round House. This was the first official building works in WA. It was constructed in the 1850’s (?) as a prison and after Fremantle Prison was constructed was used as the Police lock-up. Helen was relieved that, while there was the same sense of horror at being locked away, the Round House did not give her the same horrible feeling as Fremantle Prison, possibly because it was quite crowded when we went in. There is a great view straight down main street from its only entry.
The Round House closed at 3.30 and we walked over to the docks to the Maritime Museum as Daniel was keen to visit the Submarine Ovens. Unfortunately the sub was closed for cleaning and maintenance as the Perth school holidays were about to start at the end of the week. We decided to look around the museum as we couldn’t explore the submarine. We were only able to access the upper level as the lower level was also closed prior to the school holidays.
After walking around the museum we needed a rest. We started to walk back towards the car and diverted onto Bathers Beach for a rest. As the sky had been mainly clear all day we hoped we might finally be able to see the sun set into the Indian Ocean before flying out the following day. On the way back to the apartment Daniel dropped Helen off near the shopping centre to look for a cooler bag to take our Margaret River cheese with us to Adelaide as we didn’t have any hope of getting through the remaining 4 whole cheeses before we left.
At 5.30 we headed back over the bridge to Port Beach North Fremantle to wait for the sunset. Daniel got himself set up with the camera on the tripod, dug himself a hole in the sand to be able to access the viewfinder, and we waited and surveyed the lowering sun. We had our doubts as to whether this would work tonight, as there was still a pretty heavy band of cloud on the horizon. Would the sun be able to shine through the cloud and set it alight, or would the cloud just swallow it? As we watched and Daniel snapped and the sun sank we noticed one of the large ships out in the ocean heading South – right across our sunset! The sun slipped lower and lower, the ship powered across our view and finally passed us by heading for the Fremantle Naval Base. Unfortunately after some goldy show the heavy cloud won out over the sun and the sunset we had been hoping for never happened.
Our next goal was dinner. This was our last night in Fremantle so we hoped to have our Margaret River white over a fresh seafood platter. We went back to the apartment to change out of our damp and sandy clothes and drove to the Fishing Harbour to see what seafood platters were on offer. It was a tough decision. We decided on The Mussel Bar, although as they didn’t accept byo we had to sustain ourselves on Redback on tap.
First came out complimentary house baked bread with dips, an artichoke and parmesan one and a sort of creamy slightly curried eggplant dip. Then the seafood platter: grilled WA lobster, oysters kilpatrick, BBQ’d prawns, spiced calamari with a roasted tomato dipping sauce, seared scallops in half shells, a whole baby Fremantle snapper panfried, set standing up in the centre of the plate and drizzled with aioli. And, being The Mussel Bar, the platter of course featured a bowl of mussels. We chose a traditional French style broth of white wine and herbs.
Nice as the seafood platter was we decided it rated third on our list of Seafood Platters We Have Scoffed. The Hamilton Island platter is coming second for the sheer freshness of the seafood, the incredible size of the fat king prawns and the experience of everything being cooked to absolute perfection. This last was slightly lacking in The Mussel Bar experience, with the lobster being definitely overcooked. The mussels, on the other hand, were cooked beautifully, we’ve never experienced such tender, plump little mussels before.
And so ended our gourmet day in Freo.

21 September 2005 (Day 16)

By 7.30am we were on the road and heading South for Margaret River and wine country. As we turned onto the Kwinana Freeway we saw that the traffic heading North into Perth was at a standstill – a city of only 1.5 million people but they still get traffic jams! Our attention soon turned back to our own side of the road as we hit roadworks and first an 80 then a 60kph zone. Past the roadworks the speedzone returned to 100kph, but we were just getting up speed in the little Corolla when the roadwork signs were out again and we dropped to 80, 60, 40kph… we yo-yo’d up and down like this for another 30 frustrating minutes before we were finally clear of stretches of roadworks and able to settle down to a steady 100kph. A little while later the Kwinana Fwy ended and we were following signs down the coast with Helen trying to figure out our route against the assortment of free tourist maps we had collected. We did not have a single map which showed the entire route, and there were gaps in the coverage between the various maps.
Soon we were on the Bunbury-Perth Highway and settling down to make some miles. We passed through several new housing developments, many built around a local estuary and as we passed over a bridge Daniel glimpsed a dolphin loping through the water below. Unfortunately he didn’t also glimpse the police officer and his radar gun further down the highway and he received his first ever speeding ticket. The officer was apologetic but had to issue the fine. He told us we were about an hour and a half away from Margaret River – if we stuck to the speed limit of course!
We eventually reached Busselton where we had planned to have a break. We headed first for the Visitor Information Centre which we saw as we were driving towards the city centre and picked up a map of the wine regions of WA. The Busselton Visitor Information Centre is located on a corner. When we headed out we aimed for a KFC drive-through to pick up a quick snack before continuing on to the city centre. We were a bit surprised that it was taking us so long to get to the city centre until we noticed the road we were on was guiding us to the next town on Geographe Bay, Dunsborough – we had taken the wrong street coming out of the Visitor Information Centre.
Once we had tuned ourselves around we made our way to the shore and to Busselton jetty. This is 1.8km long and is the longest wooden pier in the Southern hemisphere. We’re not too sure why it was built this long, the shoreline has retreated 200m in the last 100yrs but even allowing for this it is still a lot of jetty! Ben, who had taken us on so many dives at Exmouth, was from Busselton and had told us that there was pretty good diving at the end of the pier (8m depth), so we had wanted to have a look. We even bought a postcard of the jetty to send him!
We decided to go out on the jetty. There is a train, but it wasn’t running today due to the weather. There is also an underwater observatory at the very end of the jetty but this too was closed today due to poor conditions and inclement weather. So we walked. The first part of the jetty so narrow that there are additional platforms built along it at intervals so that pedestrians can get out of the way of the train (when it is running). About half way along the jetty widens and curves gently to the right, and in this section there are a number of plaques commemorating locals who have died – they looked a lot like the normal plaques found at a crematorium or on a gravestone, so maybe they were cremated and their ashes thrown to the wind and waves off the jetty, or maybe they just loved the jetty so much their family wanted to put a plaque on the jetty for them. On the other side of the jetty we also saw a plaque commemorating a wedding which had taken place on the jetty.
We finally got to as far along the jetty as we could get, as the very end was closed for maintenance. There wasn’t anything to see, not even a fish as the water was just green and murky on this overcast day, so we just turned around and looked at how far we now had to walk back. Pity the train wasn’t working.
An hour after we found the jetty we were on the road again. That is a long jetty to walk! Helen took over behind the wheel to drive us around the wineries and back to Freo at the end of the day and Daniel sorted out navigating us to Margaret River. We made it to Margaret River township around 12noon but didn’t stop – we had a lot of wineries to get to!
As some of you may be aware, Daniel saw the Langton’s Auction House Wine List poster at the Brokenwood cellar door last year and decided to see if we could work our way through the list of wines. Even if we weren’t able to get the same vintage as the auction list we could hope to visit some good wineries and try their signature wines. There were 8 wineries in the Margaret River region which had wines on the Langton’s list, so we already had the wineries we wanted to visit mapped out
Our first stop was Leeuwin Estate. Whilst we knew which wine we wanted to buy, we also of course took the opportunity to taste their range before we picked up their Art Series Cabernet. Next stop Xanadu, where we bought their Cabernet Reserve and a cheap Semillion Sauvignon Blanc which we hoped to be able to drink over a seafood platter on our last night in Fremantle.
Then it was on to Cape Mentelle (mmmmmm, this was Helen’s favourite). There are two Cape Mentelle wines on the Langton’s List, the Cabernet and Chardonnay. When we said that we weren’t really fans of Chardonnay the winemaker said he liked a challenge and invited us to try his. We did, and boy it was good. We also picked up a Cabernet Merlot for drinking now.
We had originally intended to have lunch at one of the winery restaurants, but as it was now 2.30 and we’d only got to 3 wineries we headed back to Margaret River township for a late lunch, Daniel a quarter chicken and chips, Helen a chicken and veg pie.
We headed back up the Bussel Highway to find the Margaret River Cheese Factory as Helen had the mad idea that we could buy a tasting platter or something similar to take back to our apartment and eat before we flew out (of course most of the cheeses had to fly with us in the end!).
After racing through the cheese factory – we hadn’t intended to taste but couldn’t resist – it was back to the wineries. We headed for Cullens, as they closed at 4pm, and picked up the Cabernet Merlot. Back to Vasse Felix, for the Cabernet Reserve, then on to Howard Park for the Cabernet Merlot. We made it to the last winery on our list, Pierro Vineyards, just before closing. This was probably the least impressive of the wineries we had visited but as they had stayed open for us we bought a Shiraz. So, in one afternoon we had made it to seven wineries and the cheese factory, a very nice day despite the speeding fine!
Just as well the cellar doors were closing as Daniel had had enough of wine tasting, so he navigated us to the coast to have a look at the beach and hopefully a sunset. The coast we found was a rocky promontory and we climbed up the short way to the top to look out over the rocks and beach. We both did what we love, Daniel took photos whilst Helen scrambled up and down rocks, lay backwards over one to see the sea from upside down (freaky to see the sea heaving around on the “ceiling”) and gazed out over the sea. We waited around for the sunset but the clouds were too heavy to see much.
We packed up the camera and got back into the car for the long drive home. We made a brief stop at a dingy take-away somewhere along the way, mainly because Helen wanted to have a break and a coffee, before finally making it back to Fremantle at around 9.45 where we devoured the pepper cheese before falling into bed. What a day!

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

20 September 2005 (Day 15)

Our first day in Fremantle! We woke early but had to wait for Nortons’ Disk Doctor to finish running on the laptop before setting out to see the world. There was also this strange watery stuff falling from the sky – some called it rain, but we weren’t sure it, was so long since we had seen it! By mid-morning Nortons’ had finished and the rain had eased so we walked down the hill to the CBD. We passed at least 3 op-shops on the way – this end of Freo is really geared to backpackers.
After a look around Elizabeth’s Secondhand Bookshop we found the Tourist Information Centre where we picked up yet more brochures and made an invaluable purchase, a map of Perth and surrounding suburbs! The guide in the store pointed out for us a likely route to Floreate which is where the Perth Wildcats’ office is located. More about this later!
Next stop was Dick Smith Electronics as the laptop’s 4GB hard drive was almost full with the honeymoon photos so far, and we were only just over half way through our trip. We had intended to buy a memory stick, but caught sight of something which looked much better, a 20GB pocket external hard drive for $200. Unfortunately the store was out of stock, and it would take three days for one to be sent in from another store, so the clerk looked up for us the addresses of other stores which were showing they had stock of the hard drive.
Our next challenge was to find the Fremantle location of Bayswater car rental. We walked past the Woolshed and on past abandoned wool store sheds which were yet to be restored, dodging showers, until we found Queen Victoria St and the car rental store. We hadn’t intended to hire a car until we had figured out which day we wanted to drive ourselves to Margaret River, but we had seen Bayswater advertising rentals from $20 per day for seven day hires, so figured it would be worth hiring a car now as multiple days would give us a cheaper rate. We ended up with a Toyota Corolla for three and a bit days for $182 including insurance and 500km per day.
Once we picked up the car we headed off on our most important mission for the Perth leg of our trip. We navigated up the coast road past Cottesloe to Floreate and the Perry Lakes Stadium which is where the Perth Wildcats basketball team’s office is located. Daniel there parted with his cherished Sydney 2000 Olympics basketball, leaving it in the Wildcats’ office for Andrew Vlahov, Luc Longley and Paul Rogers to add their signatures – after this there will only be a couple more to get to complete the entire team! It would be fantastic if we can pick it up again before we fly out later this week, but we’ll have to be lucky as Luc only comes into the office every now and then. We have left an Express Post envelope filled out with our address with the ball so it can be mailed back to us later once all the signatures are on it.
Then it was on to another suburb, Osborne Park, in search of the Dick Smith Electronics for the external hard drive. We noticed a strange thing about Perth maps – it seems that you get to a spot on a Perth map before you know it, whereas in Sydney it would take half an hour to reach a similar point on the map! We dodged another shower running into the store, what is this rain stuff? Luckily the hard drives were in stock so we picked one up, a whole 20GB, thank goodness or we’d have to start deleting pics!
What to do now? As we were on the Perth side of the Swan River we decided to go to Kings Park – Kings Park Perth, that is! Kings Park is a 400+ hectare park set on high ground just across the Swan River from Perth CBD with views over the river and city. Over two thirds of the park is natural bushland. In the remainder can be found the Western Australian Botanical Gardens, the State War Memorial and a number of other monuments and a memorial avenue planted with eucalypts.
Once again the map had us there much sooner than anticipated. Our first priority was lunch at the Kiosk, for a change Daniel had the seafood craving, so had a seafood basket and Helen had a roast beef and salad sandwich. The seafood basket took some time but was finally ready and we walked over to the cenotaph to eat on the grass overlooking the Swan River and the city of Perth. It also gave us a great view of the black clouds rolling in from the South West and the curtains of rain falling from them! Luckily this shower swung east and passed us so we were able to finish lunch without getting wet.
After lunch Daniel took photos of the view whilst Helen went back to the information centre for maps of the Park. We looked over the maps and decided to take the Lotterywest Federation Walkway, a path through the Botanical Gardens including an elevated section above the tree canopy. Just as we set off another shower swept in – this time it didn’t swing past and we sheltered under some trees until it had past. Unfortunately the paper daisies Daniel had wanted to photograph were thinking of closing up after the shower. Helen suggested that we keep walking and take the photo on the way back.
We made our way up the Walkway through the Botanical Gardens, stopping along the way to dodge more showers and for Daniel to take photos. The elevated walkway was pretty cool, although slippery with the rain. Once down the other side we wandered on through the grevillea and hakea plantations on to sections representative of the various regions of WA – sandplains, wheatbelt, Darling Scarp, Southwest.
The Sandplains region had some nice wildflowers and also had some examples of Australia’s largest gum flower whose name escapes us. The tree itself is not large, maybe up to 3m high and seemed to have more of a bush-like growth pattern rather than a tree in that the somewhat sparse stiff branches seemed to grow out quite close to the ground rather than having a distinct trunk with the branches growing out of the trunk. The leaves are silver. The flower buds are large, maybe an inch and a half across. The flowers are just huge, three to four inches wide and are red tipped with gold. We walked around looking for examples of the flowers which were in a good position to photograph, low down, in good light and close to a path so we could access them without stepping off the path as there were many delicate wildflowers planted all around them.
We went past the water gardens and a set of five cast iron sculptures set in one of the ponds, set up by the WA Women’s Suffrage group. A section of the gardens was fenced off and being set up for the Wildflower Festival, which starts on Thursday. There is so much to see, I don’t think we will make it back to see what was in the fenced off section. We wandered back through the banksia plantation, but it mustn’t be banksia season as most of the spikes looked dead.
We finally made it back to the spot where Daniel had wanted to take photos but was interrupted by the rain, but by now the flowers he had wanted to photograph had all closed up in the many rain showers. We headed back to the car in yet another shower to navigate back to Fremantle. The driver of the shuttle bus to Freo from the airport had cheerfully told us that the rain in Perth didn’t last long. So far he’s been sort of right – the showers haven’t lasted too long but they keep coming back for us!
It was now about 4pm so we headed straight for Freemantle Prison and bought tickets for a guided tour. Our guide was Linda, from Scotland. We were the only two Aussies in the tour, the rest were three Japanese women who didn’t speak English and their male guide who did speak English! The women all had hand-held digital recordings, so each time we reached a designated stop in the tour they would punch in the number of the stop and listen to a recording of the tour information for that point.
Fremantle prison was built in 1850 by convicts brought out to help construct the WA infrastructure. It was used continuously from it’s completion until 1991. One of the reasons it was decommissioned was the conditions – for example, there are no toilets in the cells, just a bucket, and no heating or cooling, so temperatures in the cells could reach over 50°C in summer or freezing in winter. Prisoners were locked in from 4.15 at night until 6.45 the next morning.
Linda our guide took us through the procedure for when prisoners arrived, then we stepped out into the prison yard. As soon as we stepped out here Helen felt uneasy and on edge and this persisted throughout the one hour tour. Linda took us through the cells, a typical prison day, then through the huge kitchens and out into a series of yards for each of the prison divisions, then on to the Church (apparently it is common to have weddings here!). One of the early convicts, a signwriter, was commissioned to paint the panels at the front of the Church, which contain the Lord’s Prayer and the ten commandments. The sixth commandment, “Thou shalt not kill” is here written as “Thou shalt not commit murder” – according to Linda, a bit of license as executions were performed at the prison.
We went on to a picture of the results of a riot in 1988. As part of the riot the prisoners on the upper of the four tiers set light to everything they could and the fires caused a significant amount of damage. This wasn’t helped by the fact that the fire engines which arrived couldn’t fit through the prison gates, so they had to call in smaller trucks. One of the reasons for the riot was to draw attention to the living conditions of the inmates (remember the prison was decommissioned just three years later, in 1991). Interestingly, Linda told us that she often had visitors on the tours who had spent time at the prison, either as a guard or as an inmate. Some had even been part of the group who had started the riot!
We went on to the tripod where prisoners were tied to be flogged with a cat-o-nine tails and then it was on to the solitary confinement cells. These are small, cold, solid rooms with nothing but a small window set high up on the wall. There is no furniture. The door to each cell is locked behind another door, made of solid Jarrah studded with iron nails. The double doors meant that inmates wouldn’t even hear anyone walking along the corridor – it was total sensory deprivation. Cell number 1, the cell to the immediate left of the door as one entered the cell block, was the least desirable cell, as this is where prisoners about to be executed were brought in the hours before their death. They were given their last meal and a ration of brandy before being hung at 8am on a Monday morning. Linda showed us the execution room. There was a noose in place, and a little black wooden chair for those prisoners who were unable to stand. The trap doors were dropped open. Helen didn’t admit it to anyone but she nearly felt sick. Forty four prisoners were executed here, all of whom were accused of taking at least one life.
The final part of the tour took us on through the administration hall. Under a glass case were some artefacts, including a copy of a letter written by one of the prisoners in the 19th century, but as it was quite late there wasn’t time to read it.
We had intended to find somewhere to watch the sun set into the Indian Ocean, but as the rain had now set in we didn’t like our chances of seeing anything like a sunset so headed back to our unit. Here Daniel set about investigating if the new external hard drive would work without additional hardware. Helen was still very uneasy and on edge from the prison tour. Looking over brochures trying to figure out how to drive to Margaret River didn’t take her mind off anything at all.
We finally headed off to look for dinner, in the car as it was still rainy. The last time Daniel had – briefly - been in Fremantle it had been in the company of Tom, Steve and others following the end of a CAPA ACM. They had gone to a pub/brewery somewhere in Fremantle with the intention of sampling every beer. They started with Redbacks, and Daniel never moved on to sample anything else. Now, after driving through the CBD, around the Fishing Harbour and down the Cappucino Strip we found a pub which Daniel thought looked and sounded familiar. After hunting for a car park we walked up to the Sail and Anchor pub. As we got closer it looked more familiar to Daniel. We went in, up the sweeping wooden stair case, ordered from the upstairs bar and went out onto the wide balcony and took a seat overlooking the main street and the Fremantle Markets. This was exactly where Daniel had sat after the ACM!
As we poured over our scantly maps, trying to figure out how to get from Fremantle to a road which would head towards Margaret River Daniel had a Redback, on tap. After the prison experience Helen headed for the hard stuff and had an Irish coffee. Our meals came, a pepper steak for Daniel and the “Sail Plate” for Helen. This was a mixture of slices of chorizo sausage, crumbed fresh sardine fillets (only 2!), olives, a gloriously smooth feta which was like chunks of cream, salad, toasted Turkish bread and an eggplant dip and virgin olive oil for dipping. Heavenly! Finally Helen could start to shake off the prison blues.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

19 September 2005 (Day 14 – Exmouth to Perth [Fremantle]

A sleep-in finally! No diving. No racing around to get to places, just have to pack and a quick clean up.
Daniel took the remainder of the case of beer around to the dive shop and chatted with Ben and Geoff before sending a handful of postcards, which will take four days just to get to Perth!
We waited out the front of the Stalag at 1pm, as told. As it approached 1:10pm we were about to call them up, but as always happens, the bus came around the corner!
Out at the Learmonth airport it was hot. As we boarded the Fokker 50 an elderly couple struggled onto the plane. The woman struggled to breath and was helped to her seat by the stewardess. A couple behind them had no idea and was complaining that no-one was showing them to their seats, so they sat in any seat they could find, which was the seat of the couple behind them. As they moved they complained and gave terse comments to the stewardess who offered to store their bags.
The elderly woman was given oxygen before take-off as the aircrew discussed whether they could allow them to fly. We took off about 15 minutes late, but it didn’t bother us as we were still on Exmouth time!
In the air and the baby with the couple in front of us was crying and a woman a few seats ahead was throwing up. Made for an interesting flight.
We arrived in Perth (again) and after a quick pit stop, we caught a shuttle bus to Fremantle. On the way the driver gave a guided tour.
Fortunately there is a lift in the unit block we’re in so we didn’t have to negotiate the stairs with all our bags. When we got to the unit it was pleasantly surprising to see that it exceeded the Exmouth Stalag and may even be better than Hamilton Island. There is a view of the Fremantle docks and out to Rottnest Island and the Indian Ocean.
Had a quiet night and ordered pizza.

Monday, September 19, 2005

18 September 2005 (Day 13)

Our last day of diving in Exmouth. As Skywest had changed the time of our return flight to 11:45am, we would not be able to dive the second dive as PADI recommends a 24 hour period between multi-day, multi-dives and flying.
We headed out of Seazone again, but this time there were twenty-two others. We have been spoilt with the space available on the boat over the week.
The wind was coming from the south east and made it really choppy. We headed out to Murion Islands and after a bit of discussion with Darren (the skipper) and Ben we headed to Cod Spot again. On the way out we saw a Manta Ray at the surface, but we wanted to see one whilst we were diving.
We jumped in at Cod Spot – supposedly a maximum depth of 16 metres. We were offered the choice of going by ourselves or guided by Ben. We went with Ben as we were certain we could navigate our way back to the boat with the strong currents that could occur.
Pretty much saw the same as last time – three wobbegongs, white tip reef shark, cods, bannerfish, wrasse. In Ben’s group of about eight, we were the first to come up. We had our safety stop on the anchor line – holding on we were being thrown up and down. It was funny to watch Helen go up as Daniel went down and vice-versa.
When we came up we weren’t the first out of the water for a change – and somehow Daniel had managed to get to 17.7 metres. Darren said he must have taken a shovel with him! But with the time and depth, it again put us in a recommended safety stop situation.
We had lunch on board after a long journey to find somewhere calmer to stop. We ended up at Fraggle Rock. After lunch the other divers went down, but I didn’t hold too much hope for them – the swell and wind would have created terrible visibility. Daniel gave the camera to Ben to photograph that elusive Manta Ray that would go by, given we weren’t in the water!
About an hour later people came up and were saying that visibility was about 3 metres and that we didn’t miss anything. Good! …. and no Manta Rays!
When we headed back into the mariner there was yet another phone message from Skywest. Our flight has been put back to 2:30pm. We could have dived! We were not impressed.
That night we invited the staff at the dive shop over for a bbq and a beer at the Stalag, but only Ben turned up – as usual, heaps of food was left over which will just have to go into the bin.
Tomorrow we say ‘goodbye’ to Exmouth and head to Perth and stay at Fremantle – good food, good beer (Redback!) and close to Margaret River (good wine!) and hopefully a phone line to connect to the Internet.

17 September 2005 (Day 12)

Today was a big diving day. As usual we were at the dive shop at 7:30am. Very few people around at the dive shop this morning – Ben was there, another instructor, Jan, and two others – one a student doing the advanced course, and someone we hadn’t met.
It turned out that the other person was Emily, and she is from Melbourne and is also an instructor and has come up to work at the dive shop. Three students and three instructors!
Ben and the student were completing the advanced course with a deep dive to 22 metres, whilst the rest of us waited. After they surfaced we went to Labyrinth again. Jan was a great guide, as she took the time to point things out and name them for us. There were a few worms, different types of anemones (one which looked like the sand!) and Daniel found a couple of eels. A shy lionfish, wobbegongs, turtles, nudibranchs, sailfin catfish and Emily got all excited by a medium sized snapper – we saw bigger at Turquoise Bay!
Our second dive was at Razors, only a short distance away. All six of us descended, but Ben and the student went off on their own. We found more eels, worms, nudibranchs, some tiny pipefish, anemone fish and a crab on the anemone, schools of fish, a juvenile angelfish, a not so shy lionfish and an octopus that Daniel put his gloved hand on!
We had only twenty-five minutes between dives, so a very short surface interval which is needed to allow nitrogen to be released from your blood. PADI divers have a table which enables you to determine how long you can dive without requiring a decompression stop. Because Daniel looks under all the ledges and lays down to get photos of things underneath, he usually goes a little deeper. After the two dives his pressure group was in the Y category and in the safety stop range – a few more minutes and he would have been unable to dive for 24 hours, but as it turned out he was restricted for three hours. Helen was not so dire, she was only restricted for one hour.
In the end it was irrelevant. Our next dive was on the famous Navy Pier. It is rated as one of the top ten shore dives in the world! We had a surface interval of 3:25, so we both were back to the A Pressure Group.
The Navy Pier is an active pier used by the navy to provide fuel to the navy base out here. The base consist primarily of thirteen towers interconnected with cables. The towers are taller than the Eiffel Tower, but because there is nothing around to compare it against, it doesn’t look that tall.
The towers are used to communicate with submarines all over the world and is maintained by the Australian Government, but it is a US facility. Nearby is the Safe Base Harold E. Holt, but that too is pretty much empty now – the buildings are Heritage Trust listed as if it wasn’t for the navy and the telecommunication towers the township of Exmouth would not exist.
We were told stories that:


  • the town was offered free power from the US base, but as it would be based on the US power supply all equipment running on it would have to be bought from the US so the offer was declined;
  • the US would remove all timber from the pier when a cyclone was coming and replace it later – the Australian government thought it wasn’t necessary. After cyclone Vance they had to collect all the timber that was blown all over the bay;
  • a concrete block used to anchor one of the wires from the towers was flung around the tower and came to earth near one of the roads – it stays there today;
  • a glass bottom boat from the Bundegei pier was blown into the tower;
  • instead of shipping their private vehicles back to the US when they pulled out, they burnt their Cadillacs;
  • a huge groper, called George was the subject of a special operation when the pulled out. Operation Kill George. They failed but George is now a rare site and doesn’t approach divers anymore; and
  • contractors repairing the pier fished off the pier – against all restrictions.
The lowest gangway on the Pier is about two metres from sea level. Geoff (the usual skipper of Concord) was our guide on this tour with six other people (maximum of eight on the dives – including one woman who had no need for a BCD!) We went down to the gangway for the dive brief and looking over the side we could see hundreds of fish just below the surface!
We jumped in, and the masks were pushed up, but we survived. Then it was time to go down. We descended to the bottom, mindful of the scorpion fish, stonefish and lionfish that we were warned to be careful of.
On the way down their were juvenile batfish and snapper. Then we went under the pier. Literally hundreds of fish. Massive fish. Chevron Barracuda, Lionfish, White tip Reef Shark, Bannerfish, two types of eels, Stonefish, HUGE gropers and tuskfish with impressive jaws and a big old turtle – bigger than Henry at Hamilton Island – who starred Daniel in the face before swimming away, wobbegongs, nudibranchs. Pretty much every fish we’ve seen over the whole week was in one spot and massive! What is the navy doing out here?
The aim was to be down for an hour, but Daniel ran out of air – well kind of. Navy requirements are that you surface with no less than 50 BAR in the tank. That is exactly what Daniel had, despite starting with 240 BAR. During the dive Helen’s buoyancy went haywire. She took off and rocketed to the surface despite trying to dump air from her BCD. With all the girders from the pier above it was luck that she didn’t hit any. Daniel started to ascent to make sure everything was okay but Helen made her way back down.
Whilst waiting for the rest of the group to come back up we watched a whale breaching in the distance.
After heading back to the store and washing our gear we headed back to the Stalag for a while before going over to Potshots for dinner. Daniel had a steak, whilst Helen had a calamari and salad. Both were nice, and a lot cheaper than Spinnakers! Half the staff from the dive shop also seemed to be there. We made our way back to the Stalag and again fell asleep with ease!

16 September 2005 (Day 11)

Today we are scheduled to dive on the local reef, so Helen sets her mobile phone alarm for 6am to do a few things before setting off. The alarm goes off and she reluctantly rolls out of bed, thinking that the diving must really be taking it out of her as this is the first morning she hasn’t been ready to jump out of bed. About 10 minutes later she realises that she hasn’t set her mobile phone clock to WA time – it is 4am!
We arrive at the dive shop at 7:30, quickly collect our gear, stow it on the trailer and sit around in the shop biding our time whilst the instructor Ben gets four other people organised, most of whom we haven’t seen before. It isn’t until we are on the bus and waiting for Ben to run back from the shops that we realise we’ve left the underwater camera back at the stalag. As Ben told us there is a chance we may be able to head for a manta ray cleaning station this morning, we really want the camera – it is a bit of a catch 22, if we don’t take the camera we are bound to see at least 30 mantas but not be able to get shots, if we do collect the camera we probably won’t see any!
Ben drives around to the shop again so we can collect the stalag keys from the car, then swings past the Exmouth Villas so we can pick up the camera – it turns out he lives in one of the villas too – and we are finally on our way to the marina to board Sea Zone, the larger of the two ships and the one which took us to the islands on Wednesday.
After travelling north for about 40 minutes we stop at the first dive site, which is in sight of the Navy Pier. This is simply called VLF Bay, because, as Darren the skipper explains, there is very low radio frequency in this spot. This is going to be our first drift dive. Ben makes sure we are all ready so we all giant stride in within minutes of each other to ensure we stay together and don’t get separated by the current.
As we descend a strange sea scape appears below – the first thing we notice are the whip coral, long, white, whip-like strands which looks more like reed than coral, all bent over away from the constant current which is sweeping us all along. The current is too strong to swim back against – the only way to stop from being swept inexorably along is to find something to hold onto. Everything down here is low – soft corals and fans, some sea grass, even the occasional rock or ledge is less than a metre high, and it all looks, well, not wind-swept, but current-swept. It feels surreal, like being on the moon.
Pretty soon after descending Daniel sees a nudibranch to photograph, then another. All Helen sees is the occasional fish, and is envious of the ease with which they seem to be able to swim against the current.
We are swept past some juvenile angelfish, hiding on the lee side of fan corals or rocks. At one stage Daniel manages to anchor himself above a ledge and, on looking under it, sees an eel! It has VERY impressive teeth. He holds on so long taking photos that he nearly loses sight of the group.
One of the fun things about a drift dive is that you don’t have to swim, the current will take you whether you like it or not – this gives you the opportunity to play. Look up and kick, then point yourself down again, spread your arms and you are flying downwards, swooping over to the side, barrel-rolling, tobogganing along on the current.
We finally run out of air and surface, to find the boat almost overhead – Darren has been keeping pace with the float which Ben has been towing along with the group. One hell of an interesting experience, and a way to cover a lot of territory quite quickly, although we decide we both prefer diving where you are able to choose where you are rather than being swept past everything.
As the wind is picking up Darren selects a site nearby for the second dive. This is Gullivers, and, yes, it is the manta ray cleaning station! After a fairly short surface interval we are in the water again.
Although this is not a drift dive, the current is noticeable. The first thing we see is a long, slender fish, probably one and a half metres long – it’s a barracuda! We swim slowly in a large figure of eight around two large bommies, checking out the sights – a small turtle resting in a ledge of rock, a massive potato cod with big rubbery lips, a small wobbegong nestling under a ledge, and Ben finds for us our first uncooked crayfish under another ledge – it looks huge to us, particularly its feelers, but when we are back on the boat Ben tells us this one was about average. As we head for the ridge where manta rays are common, we see a batfish, angelfish, neon damsel fish, coral cod, iridescent parrot fish and more. We peer into an octopus hole, Ben points out a mantis shrimp in its hole, and blue-spotted rays zoom past – but no mantas. We ascend to five meters and swim back towards the boat in a mobile safety “stop”. We haven’t seen a single manta ray, and we only have two days of diving left!
Darren heads back to the marina as we drip dry and pack up our gear. A couple of whales are sighted on the trip home, although nothing as spectacular as the humpback expedition the previous day.
After washing out our gear and recording the bare essentials of the dive, we head for the car (what, not last in the shop for once?!) and head south along the main road. We have a mission – we have booked for a night snorkel this afternoon, which will pick us up at 3.30, and we need to return the hire car this afternoon before heading off, but before all this we want to make it to Kaylis Prawns, the local prawnery where we have been told we can buy fresh local prawns and bugs at a good price.
The prawnery is hard to miss – there is a dirty big, bright pink prawn mounted on the fence outside! After a lesson in cooking bugs we buy half a kilo of prawns and three bugs and jump back in the car to race back to the township. On the way home we stop for Daniel to take photos of an eagle eating a wallaby right on the side of the road, which we had noticed on the way out – what an impressive animal!
On the way back to town our only working phone beeps – we had been out of signal range at the prawnery, but have a message from the night snorkel tour people that the evening’s snorkelling has been cancelled as the conditions are too choppy for safety – it must be difficult at the best of times to keep track of snorkellers at night!
The pressure off for time, we head to the township to look for lunch as it is now a quarter to three! We get takeaway from the bakery (a hamburger and seafood basket) and have it back in the stalag kitchen. Then it is time to clear the car and return it to Budget – we are grounded now!
We just can’t help ourselves, we walk back to the dive shop – just to note down the species from the dive which Ben had recorded on the white board which we hadn’t had time to get down. An hour or so and a t-shirt later, we finally leave the shop and leisurely head for the villa, via the Pot Shot bar and a cool beer or two.
Whilst Daniel’s blood pressure is given a work-out watching the Swans play St Kilda in a preliminary final, we eat sautéed potatoes with onions, garlic and rosemary, salad with honey and citrus dressing and prawns and bugs cooked in butter and masses of garlic.

15 September 2005 (Day 10)

No scuba diving today – but we still went snorkelling. We awoke at 6:30am so that we could head off early to Turquoise Bay again. We stopped off at Exmouth Dive to see if we could grab the wetsuits we’d be using, which they kindly agreed.
We headed off down the coastline to Turquoise Bay, arriving at about 9am. On the way out an eagle landed on the side of the road, but took of before we could get a camera.
Last time we snorkelled at Turquoise Bay, was on the eastern side. Today we did the drift dive along the western coast side, which is a drift snorkel.
We walked about 200 metres down the beach, geared up and entered the water. There was something dark in the water about 50 metres off which was moving, but we didn’t get anywhere near it – was it a manta ray?
We swam out into the current and it started moving us towards the point and then out through the reef and into the Indian Ocean. Heaps and heaps of fish. Nothing new, just more of them – actually, one new fish – a Bird Nose Wrasse. We saw five turtles – one of which Daniel was able to pat on the carapace a couple of times, two blue spotted lagoon rays and a couple of sailfin catfish. There was the most amazing colours of coral – blue, yellow, pink.

The swim back in against the current was tough and we ended up about 400 metres down from where we started, having swum out about 150 metres.
Exhausted, we decided to go over to the relatively calm waters of the eastern side of the bay. The visibility was not as good (5 metres compared to 20 metres) and the fish weren’t as spectacular as the other day, but it was still great!
Time was up. We had to race back to make a Humpback Whale Tour, but there was just enough time to take a few photos, stop off at a Turtle Centre (which turned out to be a viewing area for turtles laying eggs in October) and have lunch.
We made it back to the dive shop and rinsed our gear before bagging it again for the Humpback Whale Tour.
Every day we’ve gone out we’ve seen Humpback Whales. Daniel has become proficient at seeing whales before anyone else, and it was the same again today. Whilst talking to Ben, the dive instructor, he saw a whale dive through the water with a calf. Before too long the boat was tracking these two as they simply swam along. Daniel decided that there were only so many photos of humps that you can have.
In the distance another whale surfaced, going in the other direction, then in the distance a whale shot out of the water, breaching. We gave up the mother and calf and took off after the breaching whale.
When we got there it turned out to be three whales. Whales breach, apparently, to show off to potential mates, so the three males would have been a bull, a younger male and a female.
There were a few more breaches and fin flapping. Great photo opportunities. When the whale breached, Daniel was able to shoot two or three shots at a time. Hopefully some of them turned out. Others on the boat used digital cameras and as they have a lag, then they probably didn’t get as good a shot!
We then went for a snorkel, but the visibility was about two or three metres. We cut our snorkel short as there was nothing to see with such poor visibility. As the boat turned for the mooring, a manta ray was spotted at the surface. We could just make out the dark patch below the surface.
When we arrived back at the dive shop we had a phone message from Skywest. Helen phoned and found out that they had changed our flight on Monday – from 2:30pm to 11:45am.
This is really bad because we have to wait 24 hours before flying after diving. We are scheduled to dive at Murion Islands on Sunday, which is a full day dive – with second dive ending about 2pm. That was fine, until they changed our flight. Now we’ve got to decide if we cancel the dive, do only one dive or risk having two dives.
Tacos for dinner tonight. Yum! But an early night again. All this sun, water and physical activity.
Tomorrow we dive on the Reef again.

14 September 2005 (Day 9)

We must be getting used to WA time, either that or the diving is really taking it out of us! This morning Helen only woke a few minutes before the mobile/alarm at 6.30am, after another early night.
At 7.30am we were at the dive shop again, collecting our gear for a full day diving trip out to the Murion Islands. These are a pair of islands north-east of Exmouth, still within the Exmouth Gulf, and about 1½ hours by boat from Exmouth Marina.
After Hamilton Island Marina Village, which is the main shopping centre for the island, the Exmouth Marina is, well, functional. Not a shop in sight, not even the usual fish shop – just jetty and boats.
We all formed a chain between the dive centre trailer and the boat to transfer our gear to the dive boat then all piled in and we were off! Today’s boat was bigger than the dive boat to Lighthouse Bay on Tuesday, and powered over what was quite a sizeable swell, driven by high winds. No whales this time, just occasional small flocks of seabirds swooping over patches of water, brown terns mixed with common seagulls shining silver in the morning sun.
We anchored in the lee of South Murion Island and took a giant stride in off the marlin board. We were diving with one of the instructors, Junka, a young Japanese woman, and another couple who seemed to be quite new to diving still, judging by the amount of silt they managed to kick up and the number of times they ran into us!
The first dive had a depth of around 14m, onto a predominantly sandy bottom with some low coral and lots and lots of fish! The dive site is called “Cod Spot”, and their certainly were a lot of cod around, although we didn’t see a potato cod at this site. Junka led us all around in a classic novice diver circle pattern, which got quite frustrating, but luckily there was a lot to enjoy in the water.
Some of the species we saw were (we think): another wobbegong, this one seemed to be feeding on something, lots of rockcods, wrasse, schools of baitfish, various pipefish, angelfish, butterflyfish, wrasse, surgeonfish, bannerfish, anenomefish, and Daniel has a great range of photos of nudibranches. We also caught a glimpse of a white-tip reef shark, but couldn’t get a very good look at it. We also saw an olive sea snake, they are quite curious, particularly about waving divers’ fins!
When we were all back on board the boat moved slowly to the new site around the island whilst we were stripping off and trying to warm up! We had a big buffet lunch on board (cold meats, chicken, salads, bread) then, far too soon after that lunch, it felt, we were gearing up again for our second dive. Pulling on wet wet-suits, yick!
The second dive site was called “Whalebone” and had a spectacular array of coral bommies. The coral types on the sides were hard, with the soft type corals and sponges on the top, between 8-6m below the surface. The corals were in all colours, white, green, blue, purple, red, orange, gold, and came in forms of plate, elephant ear (fascinating ot come through a swim-through and see the underside of the elephant ear), featherstar, honeycomb, brain coral, and probably many more that we just didn’t recognise.
Despite being in the lee of the island there was still a strong swell – most noticeable when you’d seen something you wanted to look at and next minute the swell had moved you 10m away!
One of the first things we saw when we had descended for the dive was a small turtle, swimming away from us. Helen tried to give chase to have a closer look (vis was pretty bad for both dives, about 6-8m with lots of sediment in the water) but couldn’t continue without getting lost in the murk. One of the other impediments to visibility were the incredible schools of fish – baitfish and silver bullseyes swept past in the swell, enveloping divers, or lurked in the crevices and underhangs.
There was also a good range of fish, lots of small fish hiding in the coral and anemones, plus the “usual” bannerfish, butterflyfish, angelfish, parrotfish chewing away at the hard coral, surgeonfish, a yellow trumpetfish and other pipefish, cod and wrasse.
For the second time today Daniel and Helen didn’t use up our air first, the novice couple in our group went up first for a change and we kept swimming around with Junka until Daniel was at 50 bar before heading for the drop line and a safety stop at 5m.
Finally we were all on the boat again, busily stowing our gear and swapping “did you see the whalebone?” and “no, but we saw a turtle!” whilst Darren, the skipper, started us powering back to the very functional marina. We formed a human chain again to transfer the gear to the dive shop bus, then it was back to the shop to wash the gear and finally our second dive day was over.
We headed back to Stalag 20 and eventually to lamb cutlets marinated in honey, lemon and mustard, cooked on the BBQ (once Daniel coaxed it into working) with sliced potato, tomatoes, onions and mushrooms. After a few hours looking at the day’s photos trying to identify what we had seen through the day we headed for a not so early night after all, with the bed moving with the afternoon’s sea swell as soon as the eyes were closed and the wind blowing in the trees outside our window mimicking the sound of the waves.

13 September 2005 (Day 8)

Our first day of diving at Exmouth. We were up at 6.30am to get to the dive shop at 7:30am. When we arrived we sorted out equipment. They gave us two 3mm full size wetsuits to put on, but they mustn’t have many people the size of Daniel come through as the wetsuits were tight.
We were taken by bus to Bundegi Beach and helped unload all the gear onto the small jetty. The boat came around and everyone again helped to load the boat. How the jetty survived the weight of everyone with gear is a mystery!
It was a relatively short boat ride around to the west coast of Ningaloo Reef. The first dive was at Blizzard Ridge – aptly named because visibility was like being in a blizzard! But before we could go down, Daniel had to find a weight belt that was big enough. None of them seemed adequate until we found a pocketed weight belt which did the trick.
As a group of seven, we dived down to 14 metres. Our guide, Ben, is an instructor and did a degree in marine zoology. In the past, boat dives have ended up just being swimming around in a circle, but this time we were given a tour and only passed over the same spot to return to the anchor line. We saw endemic Sailfin Catfish, Olive Sea Snake, Lionfish, Reef Bannerfish, Blue Spotted Lagoon Ray, Batfish, Coral Cod, Tuskfish and Tassled Wobbegong.
The boat moved a little further out and we dived on an area known as The Labyrinth. This time we went down to 13 metres and saw two sleeping green turtles, pink anemone fish, black box fish, huge batfish, common octopus, cleaner shrimp and a white tip reef shark.
On the journey back to the jetty we saw a humpback whale and calf.
Upon making it back to the dive shop, we decided to make our way to Turquoise Bay – a renowned snorkel spot.
We drove for 50 minutes or so, stopping on the way for a goanna that was slowly crossing the road. When we got out to the Bay, we walked down the beach and it was blowing a cold breeze. As we entered the water to put our fins on, Helen said “The snorkelling better be good”, as it was so cold.
Within seconds of setting off, we saw a school of large fish – about 40 cm high and 60 cm long. It didn’t stop there – unicorn fish, orange-blotch surgeonfish, heaps of wedge tail triggerfish, a green turtle and as we were leaving, two HUGE fish in water that was about a third deeper than they were. They looked like trevally, but moved so fast we couldn’t tell. We’ve got to get back there to see them again.
We dried off and then took a little bit of time for Daniel to take some photos of the vegetation with the film camera.
We started driving back to Exmouth at about 5:30pm. Sunset was at 6:08pm. Driving along we came across a number of kangaroos at the edge of the road, but thankfully they hoped off as we approached. We stopped a few times to try and get photos, but they weren’t too helpful. We also stopped to photograph some Sturt Desert Peas that are everywhere on the side of the road out here.
At close to 6pm we made it to the Bundegie Lighthouse and watched the sunset and some whales off the coast before hightailing it back to the township before dark.
A long day, which resulted in Daniel falling asleep at 9pm!

12 September 2005 (Day 7 – Perth to Exmouth via Geraldton)

With our body clocks still on AEST, Daniel woke up at around 5am this morning. We had put a wake up call in for 6:30am just so we could make the check-in for our Skywest flight to Exmouth.
The call came, and whilst we were already up it was strange, the time was 6:25am according to the alarm clock. We were getting the bus at 7am. It was only when Daniel checked his watch that we realised that the alarm clock was 5 minutes slow!
Just as we were leaving the room we got a call from reception telling us the bus was leaving in a few minutes. We got on the bus with a minute to spare, but the bus driver drove like…. well, like Daniel, to the airport.
We made it to check-in, and for the first time we had to surrender something at check-in. The can of Mortein that we had to keep away any pests is flammable and can’t be taken on flights – apparently (it made it okay to Perth from Sydney via Hamilton Island, Brisbane and Melbourne!)
Daniel had a pie for breakfast whilst we waited to board the plane. The plane was a Fokker 50 – a small propeller plane seating 46 people. On the flight to Geraldton we got our first airplane food – breakfast. We had become so used to not having food we ate beforehand, but as it was ‘complimentary’ we had some airline food anyway!
Stopping off in Geraldton we disembarked for ten minutes, walked around the tiny terminal where they have a fish tank with fish local to the area. We spent our time trying to identify the fish!
On the second leg of the flight to Exmouth, the cabin crew (of which there are two) switched roles for the safety demonstration. As we were sitting up the front we could hear the laughter from the guy reading the safety information whilst the woman did the demonstrating. Normally (and we’ve heard this heaps of times now!) it starts with emergency exits at the front of the plane and work their way back – he started at the rear and worked forward (well, there are two at the front and two at the back) and then the lights on the ceiling followed by the floor lights – but he did floor first then ceiling. Of course, the woman wasn’t expecting it and had to change what she was pointing to. I’m sure the next flight she’ll get her own back!
Flying inland towards Exmouth, we could see the coast in the distance, but beneath us was red sand with speckled with sparse vegetation. This, and the coastal area where the sand dunes seem to go back kilometres and don’t end with abrupt rocky cliff faces, is the first different sort of landscape that we’ve seen – admittedly, all we could see crossing from Melbourne to Perth was black! Hamilton Island looked like the rest of the East Coast of Australia. Dry sclerophyll Eucalypt forest, interspersed with palms. The geology appeared to be granite and clay. The Whitsundays is a mountain range that is mostly underwater now.
Flying over the coast we think we flew over Monkey Mia, which is the isthmus on the Western Australia coast half way up. At Monkey Mia you can stand in the waters edge and dolphins will actually come right up to you. We won’t be going there but Wolffa did on his trip earlier this year before he swam with the Whale Sharks at Exmouth. We’ll be extremely lucky to see Whale Sharks as it isn’t the right time of year for them in Exmouth.
As we circled the Exmouth Gulf, the pilot pointed out a number of whales – one was even waving to us as we flew over! It’s always a good day when you see a whale or four!
We arrived at Exmouth (well, technically it is Learmonth, but even the airliner called the airport Exmouth!) We had booked a shuttle bus from the airport to our accommodation, which made life a little easier. On the way in we saw the dark red soils and two emus walking along the side of the road!
We were dropped off at our accommodation – Exmouth Villas. We were greeted by a group of blue fibro buildings with a row of doors. It looked weird but we thought maybe it has been a building converted into something useful. The real estate agent had left keys in the power box for us, or so we thought. The keys didn’t fit any of the four doors. Helen called the agent and they brought down the real keys. We opened up one door and found that each door actually opens up to a separate room. There is a kitchen and lounge room (with one door sealed off), a bedroom with three single beds, one with two single beds, and a room with a double bed. All the rooms are joined by a veranda. As our lodgings are Unit 20, we’ve called it Stalag 20.
We walked through the much better accommodation of Pot Shots – associated with a pub – to see the dive shop, fill out paperwork and show our log books. Whilst there we found a rash shirt for Helen and much cheaper than Daniel’s in Hamilton Island!
We had hamburgers and chips for lunch at Pot Shots before finding the Exmouth shopping centre. There is only a handful of shops and that is about it.
When we got back to our cell, we decided that there is no way that we can stay in Stalag 20 between dives, and there is nothing else to do in Exmouth. One of the staff at the dive shop said on their days off, they go diving. So we decided that we’d hire a car. We shopped around but in the end Budget seemed to be the cheapest.
After we signed the paperwork, we were told that we couldn’t drive outside of the township after sunset due to kangaroos and emus. Great – we couldn’t go for a long drive and come back at night.
Another thing about Stalag 20 – no phone, and there is no mobile phone reception on the Optus network. Telstra has reception, so Helen’s phone works. But apart from that, we’re isolated – no email or internet.
We went for a snorkel at Bundigei Beach – there were fishermen everywhere, but we couldn’t figure out why, there weren’t any fish! A bit of an exaggeration – there were some small fish around anchors that had been torn off their boats when Cyclone Vernon hit the area in the late 90’s.
We came back to Stalag 20 and had baked pasta for dinner for crashing.