Monday, 29th March, 2021
N.B. It is worth saying that we headed for the free camp around the oval at Waroona because we read a glowing reports and it sounded great. When we got there, the toilets were locked and there was no one else there. So we used the dump point then phoned to clarify but got the answering machine so left a message. They called back today but we owned up and said after the call we made, we found it was only open March to I think October. However, the area to use is by the Memorial Hall and the toilets to be used are adjacent. As advertised a pub and IGA are within walking distance. I felt obliged to tell you this because I felt we had to ‘make good’ from our mistake.
Now obviously we continued to Pinjarra and found lots of others travellers to play with and a serious walk to toilets but they were clean and stocked with paper. Also a dump point adjacent.
Now … we wake up to an overcast day than turns less severe.
However when it becomes proper light we find apparently aliens have snatched most of our neighbours during the night. It must have been aliens because if the neighbours packed up and left, it would have been morning and we would have heard them. So …aliens.
No vans here …
…. and there were three here.
We spot a mirage from a distance …
… and zooming in, it looks exactly like a Morris 1000.
Luckily the aliens didn’t snatch the pub.
We pack up and move off but have to sample town first.
This was a hardware store but the name attracted me because it was the nick name of Cousin Mal’s old mate ‘Tuckey.’
More memories. We spot a ‘Spyder’ in the park and so we post for the Deegans to flash back to theirs, far away but in a safe place while they are on the road.
Coffee?! We find a ‘Dome’ in the shopping centre and avail ourselves of it’s hospitality (to paying customers only of course)
Cappuccino’s AND scones with jam and cream! How terribly English.
We discover WA has a Murray River as well.
We might as well have a look at Mandurah even though we don’t go through it.
MANDJOOGOORDAP Road. Not the biggest word I have come across but … well maybe it is?
MAND JOO GOO R DAP. Is that make it easier to say. Nope?
Big mistake. the GPS strikes again and we tour a new subdivision and discover roads off the grid in the Kwinana area as we head undeterred but less than content, to Fremantle. We have jointly discussed the future of Ethel the GPS. She has let us down many times and it’s a nursing home or Euthanasia. (with a hammer)
Anne pulled one of these butterflies off the front car screen a week or two ago and kept it on display in the van. It’s an idiosyncrasy she has. Thank goodness I haven’t got any.
So I look at this on the front screen and ask, ‘Did you put it back on here.’ I won’t bore you with the subsequent conversation.
We get to Fremantle Village. Neat but tight. It’s a bit of a rabbit warren. We wash and sort with the AC going. Eventually we go for a walk around the park using the park map they give you. It was necessary. We find the dump spot (Eureka!) and chat to a couple doing what we should be doing (beer o’clock) and the chat divulges they were in Kangaroo Island for 18 years. ‘Yes. We know Mandy Johnson’. ‘So do we …’ etc etc etc. ‘Please join us on another night for drinks’. ‘Yes.’
Dark now. We receive a call for a rendezvous from old friends. Bring in the washing, showers, food? Rissoles with veg. Simple but tasty. TV, bed.
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