We headed due
east from Carnarvon for Kennedy Range National Park, because Dave saw a patch
of green on the map with the words “National Park”, and apparently we haven’t
seen enough gorges yet. As we’ve moved south, things like fly nets and fly
tents have started appearing in shops. A few days ago I saw a guy sitting on a
beach wearing a fly net; his demeanor revealed that this was not his idea of
beach paradise. Yes, we are now officially in The Fly Zone, safety apparatus required to prevent the little beasties getting up your nose. Fortunately, we
have head nets, having endured central Australia a few years ago. The selfie with me
looking like I’m wearing a Melbourne Cup hat a-top with netting is actually just my
Akubra with the fly net pulled up. I think this could be a Melbourne
Cup contender.
A significant
event here in Kennedy Range – it RAINED! As in, no blue sky at all, and
drizzle/rain for some hours. Our 6 weeks in the sun seems to have come to an
end. Why are we heading south where it is cold and wet!?
The sun came out
again in Denham, AKA Shark Bay, AKA Monkey Mia, the ultimate dolphin experience
location. You can no longer hug or pat a dolphin, but you can have a
“sustainable dolphin experience”, wading into the water to see them come close
up and get fed a few fish.
We returned to our car to discover it was feeling a little deflated from a deep puncture (front left tyre). Believe it or not, we were more elated than deflated - that we hadn't replaced both front tyres with brand new ones the day before. The previous tyre shop didn't have Dave's preference, so we decided to wait 2 more days (until Geraldton) - thank you Lord!
Our fellow campers
(Paul and Lou from Evatt, Canberra) made the mistake of taking their three children
to the Ocean Aquarium here. They now refuse to go in the water after finding
out about the sharks, blue-ringed octopus, stone fish and sting rays in Shark
Bay wanting to harm or kill them. Dave and I, on the other hand, preferring the
real life experience, gave the Aquarium a miss. We went blissfully kayaking and
wading in Shark Bay instead, watching sharks skylark in the shallows. We paddled
from Little Lagoon up an estuary creek to the bay, playing hide-and-seek with
the seahorses who live there. They did the hiding and we did the seeking, and
their skills were obviously better than ours.
Talking of all
things dangerous in the water, we saw a film title in a shop a few days ago
that would have made a good blog name for this trip (see far below…)
PS – we have no
idea what the film is about, and therefore are not recommending it.
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