Day 59 Monday 4th May 2015, 24 degrees and very windy Coral Bay to Exmouth We drive for an hour through Cardabia Station and only see a handful of sheep but thousands of termite mounds in undulating grasslands. We wonder … Continue reading Go West, Day 59 – Exmouth
Autumn 2015 When we arrived in Exmouth we wondered why the town looked so modern but it was only established in the 1960’s with the arrival of US naval operations yet its history goes back much further. The Vlamingh Head lighthouse was built in 1912. It was named after Dutch explorer Willem de Vlamingh who along with so many Dutch navigators visited this coast back in 1697. There were military bases in the area in World War Two. Qantas later used Learmonth Air Base as a fuel stop on its Ceylon route to London in 1945. In 1953 oil was … Continue reading A long history but the town came last
May 2015 The lighthouse on Vlamingh Head near Exmouth in WA is a concrete structure built in 1912. The view of the coast is splendid and there are six oil rigs clearly visible on the horizon. Barrow Island is somewhere … Continue reading Practically Suicidal
May 2015 The Cape Range rises steeply behind the Western Australian town of Exmouth and the Charles Knife Road is steep, windy and rough but what a ride, especially on the way back down. Wandering about we found a plugged … Continue reading Charles Knife Gorge
An easy way of determining intelligence is to measure how quickly one becomes bored and in need of mental stimulation. Travellers become bored with their surroundings and crave new sights, sounds, smells, tastes and ways of doing things. This post was inspired by finding a prawn feeler in the bathroom basin. I doubt that I would ever find such a thing in the bathroom at home. Continue reading Why do we travel?
I am so captivated by the rock formations at Osprey beach and Camp Ground on the Ningaloo coast that each day I scramble head down across the rocks taking photos of fossilised coral and watching my every foothold carefully for fear of being shredded on the coral outcrops. Suddenly a French voice says “Elloo”. I raise my head and all that I can see is a perfectly tanned bare breast. “Top spot” I mumble and stumble off to leave her sunbaking in peace. I’m still wondering how she managed to balance her chair on the rocks. Continue reading Top Spot!
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