Judgement Day & Playing on the Sand-Piste

A late start, an argument with an hire car firm about what constitutes an excessive amount of insects on a windscreen (???), 2 hours of driving, and we arrived at Yanchep in search of a campsite. Yanchep proved to be a little reluctant in providing adequate information as to where such ground may exist, so we carried on towards the coast and then turned North.

Near the town of Two Rocks, we saw the first signs of armageddon looming on the horizon. We watched the skies turn to blood, and waited for the seas to boil, and the dead to rise from the grave. This spectacular sunset temporarily eradicated any plans of finding somewhere to sleep, and drew our gaze until it's last flick of paint had fallen beyond view and only darkness prevailed.

It was clear from my mood that hunger had begun to take control and an irrational anger for the world was rising to the surface. The Dr. would need to be fed soon before Mr. Hyde gained complete control.

We arrived at a campiste in Guilderton to grab the last unpowered site and swiftly realised that the start of our trip coincided with a national holiday period; the camp was infested with screaming, relentless, untiring, unremorseful, children. I needed food quickly or a child was likely to suffer a horendous misfortune of being pinned to a tree by a hundred tent pegs. I prayed for peace and quiet ... and food.

The town of Guilderton turned out to be a campsite, a section of coast, a general store, and a tourist information centre / caravan, that were all connected by a car park. The definition of town in Australia desperately needs to be reviewed.

Further north of this is the town of Lancelin (a real town this time). There were 2 supermarkets, a surf shop, pub, bottle shop (off-licence), and two campsite, so we decided to pitch up and stay a few days. Lancelin is famous for the mountains of sand upon which it reclines as it dips it's toes into the sea.

These huge white dunes are a playground for local off-road driving nuts on bikes, quads, and jeeps, and for travellers with snowboarding withdrawal seeking any similar substitute. It was obviously no comparison to the real thing, but was a brilliant laugh and something a bit different. Just wish they'd build some lifts.

After that, our cravings took us to the surf shop to hire the necessaries before heading to the beach & attending another board-meeting. Although Lucie had never tried surfing before, I felt my recent (last March) introductory lessons would be sufficient to tell her everything.

As time went on, the wind began to blow the waves into a terrible mess, and the 'rip' drained any remainnig energy from us. We both progressed over the next few occasions and then hung our wet-suits up, satisfied that we'd lived what Lancelin had to offer.