This is a video Pocket made of our trip to Exmouth.
Just a very small look into some of the stuff we got up to.
I swear half the good stuff wasn’t caught on film!
Ps. Check out my first bogging in my new car.
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We resided at Yardie Homestead for the remainder of the trip.
Princess informed us there would be lots of hot kite surfers staying at the camp site, and there were indeed lots of kite surfers staying there, but they were all middle aged and certainly not attractive in that sense. Disappointing.
Pocket however had an admirer. They connected over both having visited an obscure aboriginal town somewhere in the northern territory. He was in his early thirties, and poor pocket is a mere 19.
Safe to say, we made fun of her and her beau the whole trip.
It was good being in semi civilisation – it was so good to be able to have a shower again, and to be able to cook on barbeques and OH THE TOILETS!
This seemed like luxury, but it really wasn’t. We made enemies with the people behind us (an old couple) one morning, but by evening we were all good again.
We got told off by the homestead owners for driving too fast (Han and Rez) but then they came and donated money to us.
We hung out with the kite surfers in the back back shed.. and I read one of the weirdest books, storywise. The amount of dodgy sex scenarios clearly displayed it was a male author who had written it.
The Hills were also at Yardie, and we spent some time with them. The kids were so cute.
Whilst at this campsite we visited the beach (so predictable), went crabbing (none were harmed or eaten – don’t worry), saw some Full Moons (the actual moon and too many bare bottoms)
We went for an epic day trip to Yardie Creek (at the very end of the road in the Cape Range National Park) where we were a procession of the following. 1 x kayak, 1 x inflatable boat, 5 x stand up paddle boards.
Did lots of roo dodging (always), Hannah had her windscreen smashed in (by flying stones) and then it was just about time to head back to good ol Perth.
This time, we decided to part ways for the home trip, as one car is slow and stops a lot, and the other car likes to zoom ahead. What happened on the trips however were not so straight forward.
If anyone knows of a free downloadable mac program which converts multiple images into a panoramic photo, let me know please, because I just manually stitched together 8 photos to make this one below.
It took me ages, and I rushed it – you can see my haphazard editing skills.
Also, the original file is now 400mb, so I had to greatly reduce the size of the file and hence the quality to upload.
One of the nights we ventured out to the local pub where they have a beer garden and dance floor.
We took the opportunity to dress up, the one and only time of our trip, however no hairdryers or hair straighteners to be found. This is all natural baby.
On the way to the pub, we grabbed some sneaky roadies, and spotted a couple of roos along the way.
That night, Shaz and I raised 220 bucks just from asking every single person in the bar for some spare change. It was going good until we hit the corner table which was filled with some aboriginals. They were all nice except for the one, which took a creepy liking to me. He started rubbing my stomach, and told me to name my child Stevie, after him. He wanted to know how soon I was due.
I have a flat stomach. Ah.
At the pub before we raised 600 bucks.
A very successful night girls.
We stayed here for 2 whole nights. That’s pretty much the kinda streak we were going to have for the whole trip.
This was the nicest of the all of the places where we would eventually stay. Kinda wish we’d saved this one for last, instead of starting with the best, and only getting worse.
It was pretty nice, although the piece of land we were given was
a) Right near the entry way, so we had all the boys walking/driving past, yelling out to us and perving.
b) Right near the playground. Not even lying when I say there was at least 10 kids pretending to be wolves, howling between 6:30am and 9am every morning.
It was however close to the barbeque area.. Mmmm.
Whilst we were there, we checked out Dunes Beach (not a swimming beach – because of the really shallow reef and rocks) and I swear, not a surfing beach because of all the blasted whitewash.
It did have a pretty nice little shelter. I had a really good sleep under it.