09.03 – 11.03 // Day 1, 2 & 3: Perth
By Agathe 

And so it begins, two weeks of travel in Western Australia starting in Perth, one of the most isolated cities in the world. What the heck are we doing here?! 

Well I’ll have you know that WA is a place, so we’ve come to know, of great adventure. Wilderness. In abundance. Places to get lost. Places not all that friendly for life. No matter. We’ve got a rental car and now thanks to our friend Josh and Aldi (love those discounts) all the supplies we need to make pasta and heat water. Let’s do this!

Saturday: Our arrival to Perth was met by a pleasant surprise – our friend Josh! He was in Perth, his home town, from Melbourne. So rather than heading straight south on our road trip, we changed our plans so that we could spend the weekend with him. A great decision. 

Josh picked us up from the airport, fresh from the night before, and happy to see us! It was raining in Perth which is really rare, but we didn’t mind of course, it was warm (and that is something we hadn’t had much in Tasmania!)

We spent the next two days at Josh’s mom’s house, a nice Perth style suburban house, decorated with ornaments brought back from numerous travels and objects from a rich family history. 

What a relaxing time it’s been! Going to the grocery store (much bigger than any in Tasmania – felt good to be back in a big city), cooking lunch at home and eating on the large terrace. Laughing all the time. Josh is a super funny guy and we were all really relaxed – we all had a wonderful time.

Josh drove us to Cottesloe beach, 30 minutes away, which is in a well-off area of Perth. The boys swam in the Indian Ocean despite the rain and cold water. I wasn’t as brave. We watched the lifeguards in training swim class for a bit which was entertaining before heading off to two different bars by the beach. 

The boys went out for a big night Saturday but I was way too tired and too happy to sleep in a comfy bed – lights out at 8pm! (Note we woke up at 3.30 am to catch our flight and Perth has 3 hour time difference with the east coast!).

Sunday was spent meeting Josh’s friends in a bar downtown, the Embargo. 

It was great meeting Josh’s friends we’ve heard so much about. They all went to boarding school together and some are real down home Aussie boys! We had a nice Sunday funday which is even more fun when you don’t have to work the next day! 😉 By 8pm we were the 3 last people in the bar so we left for the CBD to a cool bar that had $4 pizza with any drink you buy – score!

Monday we all woke up a little groggy , went grocery shopping at Kmart and Aldi to prepare for our trip with Josh. 

After a very nice lunch and relaxation on the couch, we hit the road towards Busselton, a 2h30 drive from Perth.

Overall it was such a nice time, relaxing and laughing. It’s also good to have a day or two in the place you land to really get prepared for the journey rather than being rushed right into it. Thank you Josh! We’re all set for our adventure now!

Landing in Perth

13.03 // Day 5: Busselton – Surfer’s Point
By Anthony

We’ve settled into a campsite near Margaret River for the night. Somewhere along the way we lost one of the stakes that secures the tent down – so we’re one guy line short until we find another one. No worries. The wind is calm and it’s unlikely to rain tonight. 

Editor’s note: it started raining 20 minutes later.

Anyway, Just a few hours ago we tasted wine at Vasse Felix, the winery known for planting the first vines in this now well-known wine region. In Australia, it’s common that wineries provide tastings for free. Which is AWESOME. This winery was especially good thanks not only to great wine but our really lovely and knowledgeable tasting guide: a British lady around our age who lived 8 years in the south of France. You never know who you might meet.

In the time from our arrival in Perth (five days ago) until now, oddly, I’ve not written a thing. Thankfully Agathe has. We go from difficult traveling conditions in Tasmania and cramming entries in the cool damp car after dark to WA with greater comfort and laziness follows. What’s up with that?

My impressions of Perth (situated in Western Australia aka WA) were that it’s the Australia I thought I’d be experiencing in Melbourne prior to our arrival there: Hot. Beach. Beachside bars. Bush. Aussie. Hot. Beach. Etc. Not that Melbourne isn’t great, but WA just feels more STRAYA. And that’s what we came here for people! 

Around Busselton

14.03 // Day 6: Surfer’s Point – Margaret River 
By Anthony

Our campsite last night was the first to have a kitchen with tables and lights that stayed on after sunset – which is now around 7:30 pm here. 

It was a good hour later in Tasmania which was easy to adapt to. In the tent by 9. To bed by 930 or 10. Normal for your body when your only light source is the sun. But in WA, it’s getting chilly in the evening now. And since we’ve been travelling Australia, there’s been a total fire ban everywhere we go because of the high risk of wildfires. Which means that for us tent campers, sitting outside past sunset with no campfire isn’t a real option. Into the tent we go. 

But here, we could make dinner and stay up later into the night. Nice!

So we brought our bag full of cooking supplies, plastic plates and cutlery, and food (thanks for preparing us so well, Josh!) and went to the camp kitchen. Inside were lots of other campers, half of whom were French 20 somethings likely working the fields for the grape harvest. French and German backpackers make up the majority of travelers in Australia and they are actually everywhere. Pick a place to look and boom, there they are! 

Anyway, I got to chatting with a girl making tacos that I assumed could also be French only to find out her and her boyfriend were Swiss Germans. Here in Australia for the surf! On top of that, his mother was born in good ole St. Louis, Missouri (half the people I meet seem to have some link to my hometown). We had a great chat and afterwards they came over to our table and we stayed up talking with them for another two hours. They spent three months traveling the US prior to coming here. We had a lot in common and there was no shortage of things to talk about. We hope to catch up with them again back in Europe. Surfs up guys, good luck!

Eagle Bay towards Margaret River

15.03 // Day 7: Margaret River
By Anthony 

Today we visited the famous town of Margaret River. And I got a new hat. Not just any hat, but a wide brimmed straw hat that not only blocks the sun but makes me look 100% on vacation. Tourist baby! And after shaving my beard which I so lovingly grew for two months, something was missing. A man needs an accessory too. 

Margaret river is a neat town with cafés, restaurants, and an affluent country town vibe that comes with being in a prestigious wine region I suppose. We chose one of these cafes to catch up on our blog. Keeping up with this blog while traveling is a great lesson for anything you want to accomplish in life: if you don’t make the time, it isn’t going to happen. 

So we used these valuable hours wisely to write and make a few updates to our site. It felt good to catch up. Agathe went about her drawing. She’s a talented artist and it brings me great pleasure to see her creating when she does. 

Once we were happy with what we’d done, we took a short drive to Winery Leeuwin which is a massive estate with soaring trees and acres of vines (we drove for 10 minutes through it before we even got to the building and it was beautiful). But we were feeling a bit out of it – fatigue and unsettledness put us in a strange mood. It’s not always easy changing places everyday and you have to remind yourself of the bigger picture often to pull yourself out of it. Hopefully didn’t interfere much with the moment but in hindsight those moments of distress are clearly unhelpful.

Time to find a place to sleep and we found a campsite that will do the job. Early to sleep tonight.

Margaret River and Bushwalks

16.03 // Day 8: Margaret River – Denmark
By Anthony 

We woke up to a chilly damp morning on a bare spot of land aside from a few trees in the center area under which an outdoor barbecue (that didn’t work) and sink were built. We said bye to the Danish couple, and only other campers, we met late last night and headed to our first stop of the day: Jewel Cave. 

This is a region known for caves and there’s no doubt dozens or hundreds of them hiding about. There are however four main caves on everyone’s list to visit and we chose Jewel cave because, well, it’s the biggest. And that’s how we roll sometimes.

I’d never been in a cave before I realized. Entering Jewel Cave, I loved it. Stalactites, stalagmites, straws and folds, all of these cool words to describe even cooler phenomenon that is the product of water seeping through the earth, collecting carbon dioxide, and coming into contact with limestone. Add a few million years and the gorgeous expressions that are left are a real wonder. 

After touring this gothic wonderland we drove to Augusta, the furtherest southerly point in WA. It has some nice beaches, calm inlets and grassy walkways. It feels like a vacation town. A bit like Florida but less tropical and fewer people. We saw from a distance the famous Leeuwin lighthouse on a small patch of sand along the coast off the side of the road and stared at the current as it came in and went out. The water is always changing. 

A quick fish and chips and we were on our way. We had some miles to cover through, what I learned, was a long stretch of two way road through eucalyptus forests. At times going an hour without seeing another car. And we were on the main highway between two relatively main towns. Wild. 

We made it to Pemberton for a coffee at Holy Smoke, a wooden cafe tucked in a lush green nest in the forest for a cappuccino (for Agathe) and vanilla milkshake (for moi). Great place.

Then on to Diamond Tree – a WA rite of passage according to Josh, our WA guide and guru. 

In the early part of the 20th century, tree top lookouts were built to spot wildfires by some real badass forestry men. Some today are open to the public to walk up to and climb at your own risk. There is of course risk involved if you’re not fit or scared of heights, but overall it’s relatively safe. We climbed halfway and thought we’d reached the top – it was pretty high! Agathe was a little shaky and when the sign read: if you thought that was tough, the next half is going to be 3x harder” or something like that, we decided I would climb the rest of the way by myself. It did get pretty steep and my adrenaline was pumping alright. Standing 50 meters in the air in a tree house was exceptionally cool. I spent hardly a minute locating myself in space with respect to the landscape before climbing down.

Finally we arrived to Denmark (the town not the country) and settled into our campsite. 

They had an indoor kitchen with lights and a tv (we haven’t owned a tv in 5 years or seen one in a few weeks, we were mesmerized). Not only were the infomercials worse than I remember them to be (and why were they on at 8 pm???) but watching basketball was more fun. The Australian NBA equivalent championship series between Melbourne and Perth. We watched until nearly the end of the game, happy to have a bit of comfort in the nostalgia of the US.

Jewel Cave and Augusta

17.03 // Day 9: Denmark – Cosy Beach
By Anthony 

This morning we woke up a bit lost, rainy and cold. Not the “where am I???!!!” kind of lost, but lost on what to do. 

“What to do?” 

Thankfully, for this crossroads we have our beloved WA guide Josh, who has filled us both with supplies and food as well as knowledge on his country, to call upon. His words: “see all you can down south and head back to Perth!” Aye aye captain. That’s what we needed to hear. 

One more night along the coast and then back to Perth we go! Checking the weather, rain and cold the next days here and sun and heat the next days there. Easy choice.

Exploring Denmark this morning we went to Greens Pool and Elephant Rocks – two sacred aboriginal sites of stunning beauty (as are many of the beautiful places we come across, if only we had more context into their cultural and spiritual significance overtime). Greens Pool is a vast stretch of white sand beach with short wind-beaten cliffs and rock formations that protect the shore from harsh waves and thus create a calm space for sea life to thrive. 

We spent some time reflecting and climbing the rocks. The shifting cloud system overhead brought sun and then none and each step we took on the rocks brought new perspectives and angles. You could spend days wandering, climbing, feeling the wind and sea weathered rock. 

Later we dined at Lakehouse, a great recommendation from our British friend at the winery, and sipped some lovely Riesling in a modern Australian country kind of way. We discussed and laughed and watched as little birds with tall straight tail feathers hopped and sang and danced around spying crumbs as they could. What a life, we thought. 

5 o clock was coming round which meant time to setup tent somewhere. Not only does setting up a tent in the dark suck but from dusk til dawn kangaroos are on the prowl. 

And unless your car is equipped with a “roo” bar, a thick metal bar that protects your front end when colliding with kangaroos, then you run a risk. 

We were recommended a free campsite “Cosy Beach” on a few occasions and so opted to check it out. What I assumed would be a roadside shady stop turned out to be a real unpowered campsite. No showers of course and dry toilets, but right above the beach at that. Why it’s free I still don’t know but we settled into a nice spot next to a camper, ushered in by one of our neighbors (who turned out to be named “Richard Anthony” followed by another first name for his last. Instant connection.) 

One neighbor had a lorikeet in a cage that whistled back whatever you whistled to him, his name was Pete, and another neighbor was a lovely Scottish/Czech couple with a sweet black lab named Charcoal (reminding me of our black lab Sara). We got on really well with all of them and felt again what camping is all about: being in nature, meeting people, sharing stories of adventure and life and having a laugh. These are the times we live for.

Greens Pool and Elephant Rocks

18.03 // Day 10: Cosy Beach – Albany – Bunbury
By Anthony 

Rain and wind woke us up around 6 am this morning. Within minutes, our neighbors were up and about too. Early to bed, early to rise. We said our goodbyes, packed our things, and drove off in the rain to visit the last operating whaling station in Australia (closed in 1978): Cheynes. 

Whale hunting. Many people may not be aware that whale hunting was once common practice throughout much of the world. It’s important to understand the reasons for hunting, and if you’re interested to understand how you actually chase, kill, and process a whale for various applications, then I’ll give you brief, informal, and incomplete explanation with minimal inaccuracies (like your average news source). 

A brief history of whaling and Cheynes whaling station

Whales are mammals which means they surface to breathe oxygen from the air through a blowhole, nurse their young, and live in complex social groups. Everything in the whale is processed and used for different purposes, but the whale blubber, or the thick layers of insulation that keep the whales blood warm and pumping in freezing cold waters, is the prize and used to extract whale oil. 

Why whales were hunted: Whale oil has a wide range of uses from oil lamps to lubricating machinery, cosmetics, pharmaceuticals and much more (when written out like this, it really makes you wonder: you’d kill a whale for this??) At one point, the Cheynes whaling station (located in Albany) supplied as much as 60% of the world’s whale oil. Another interesting fact, South Georgia, an island in the Southern Atlantic Ocean with a fascinating history, (particularly with Antarctic expeditions and whaling – the Endurance expedition  is a must read), was guarded during WWII by the British because of the whale hunting business interests. What’s the wartime value of whale blubber? Whales contain high concentrations of glycerin, a handy ingredient for building bombs. 

How whales were hunted: Hunters would go out on their boats to the continental shelf, roughly 30km from Albany, and wait to spot whales using ancient looking sonar equipment and the human eye. When they did, the captain might yell “there she blows!” and “full speed ahead!” The chase was on. When they got within range of the whale, the skipper got behind his harpoon, and fired a meter long spear that exploded on impact. A second harpoon was often needed to finish the job. The ship would approach, they would pierce the whale and fill it with compressed air so it would float, and then tag it with a kind of flag so that they could locate it and haul it back to shore at the end of the day and continue on their day. A really good day could see 15-20 whales killed. Some days none. When the day was done and the whales rounded up and brought back to shore, chains were attached to the whales’ tails and they were dragged up a concrete slab for flensing. 

How whales were processed: Flensing is the act of removing the blubber from the whale and takes around 6 hours from whole whale to pieces. It’s gruesome work. And the men who did it were pushed to their limits to stomach the sights and smells. We toured each stage of the processing, saw the tools and machinery used and the flensing grounds. After the whale was cut into pieces and pushed into holes in the ground that dropped into large vats, the vats were heated to separate the oil from other bits that were used for livestock feed. When ready, the oil was shipped off to London for sale. 

Skeletons of whales: After we entered an unexpected room where we saw the full skeleton of a pygmy blue whale that washed ashore a few years ago. Blue whales are the largest creatures to ever live on earth, some growing up to 35 meters long. This one was about 25 meters long and filled a room. It was impressive and inspiring to see it and imagine the life it lived under water. 

A visit to a place like Cheynes or any place where cruel or morally questionable acts have taken place is an opportunity to learn, reflect, and continue on better than before. Whaling, while a barbaric practice, wasn’t undertaken monsters of course, but regular people, products of their environment, trying to make a living. We condemn whaling in the strongest sense and while intentionally hunting whales has largely disappeared, human activity is still managing to kill off plenty of beautiful lifeforms at alarming rates. 

After leaving, we dropped by an animal sanctuary that wasn’t far and pet a kangaroo, saw an albino one, a koala chilling, and a few other endemic species. Really cool. 

Back to the day: The long haul to Perth was now upon us. Four and half hours along bush roads was a good change from forest driving and sprawling dry plains with sheep and cows here and there brought a great road trip feel. There were no cars behind me for a good hour at one point.

We stopped at a gas station to take a breather 3 hours into it, and decided it was the right time to contact our friends Bastien and Manon who live towards Bunbury – direction west rather than north towards Perth. Where we stopped just so happened to be the last accessible road to drive west, right at the crossroads of both highways. It was too good to pass up, so we decided then and there to head to Bunbury. 

We met them at a bar on a Sunday night. St. Patricks day even. We hadn’t seen Bastien for 5 years so it was a great reunion and catch up meeting Manon for the first time was equally great. They’re both awesome people living a wild Aussie WA farm-working, van-living, nature loving adventure for the ages! Really they have the coolest van with everything you need to live inside. You know, it’s nice having people proudly show you around their vans and cars that are enabling their adventures. It’s something we’ll all look back on one day and laugh. And then think about what it’d be like to do it all again. So happy for them. Hope to see them again before we go!

Cheynes Whaling Station to Bunbury

19.03 – 20.03 // Day 11 & 12: Bunbury
By Anthony 

Bunbury is a vacation town and while it may sound like we’ve been on vacation for the last month, there is a difference between active and passive travel. Passive travel is staying put for two or more days to relax, buy fresh food, catch up on our blog and do our laundry. Active travel doesn’t permit much time for those things because you’re constantly going somewhere, doing something, and figuring out where to sleep. Setting up camp and preparing meals. By the time night falls, that’s usually the end of productivity and recreation and time for bed. In those times, it’s hard to make time for writing or even reading a book which I’d love to do sometimes. 

Bunbury will be 3 days of passive travel and a much appreciated time in the sun.

We’ve got a pool. We’ve got tennis courts. We’ve got an outdoor BBQ and fully equipped kitchen. And we’re within walking distance to a beach where dolphins apparently hang out every day. We are practically glamping and I never thought I would even write that word. 

Did I mention that while having dinner last night, all of the sudden someone walks by then stops to look at us, and it’s none other than Nicolai! One of the Danes we met in Margaret river nearly a week ago. What a chance.  How funny, of all campsites in all places we meet again here. What a life. 

It’s Tuesday and tonight we’re meeting Bastien, Manon, and some of their friends from the farm for some beers and fishing. They pick watermelons and pumpkins mainly – really hard work. But they’ve got a great attitude about it and have a good time doing it so we’re excited to see them. 

Beachy life with friends

20.03 // Day 13: Bunbury – Fremantle
By Anthony 

We woke up to a jackhammer of a malfunctioning sprinkler at 5 am which I listened to for a time, not wanting to get out of my warm sleeping bag, but after an hour I decided to get up and turn it off. This made Agathe happy. 

Last night we had a fun time with Bastien, Manon and some of their friends from the farm. There are more people than you’d think coming over to Australia, buying a van, and looking for work. It was sad to say bye to them but they’re having an incredible experience here and we’ll see them back in France this summer. Best to them. 

Today we decided to work on the blog along with laundry and a few other small to do’s before leaving tomorrow for Fremantle. Our time here has been much needed and I don’t have much to report on other than going to a place on the beach where they regularly interact with wild Dolphins. An organization for the last 50 years has been doing it here and you might be thinking they feed them to get to them to come but in fact it’s a balanced relationship built on trust and curiosity. 

They only interact with the dolphins they know in groups of three or less and they give them one or two fish which would not justify the journey the dolphins make to come here. Once near, the team of volunteers raises a “dolphin-near” flag which signals any beach goers interested to come and form a tight line side by side in knees deep water as they explain what’s going on. And so we ran, and when we got there a lone female dolphin was swimming about just feet from us. 

They move very gracefully through the water and as the volunteers were explaining, they come because they’re curious. 

It’s a healthy exercise I think to put yourself in the shoes of other species. What’s it like to be…something? How is it to see and interact with the world through different senses in a different bodily form? Sea mammals are particularly interesting. Living among fish. Breathing air. Highly intelligent. The range of possible experiences is truly incredible. 

In the 25 years one of the volunteers had been working with wild dolphins, he’s never touched one. They don’t want to touch humans and they don’t want humans touching them. 

With dolphins, Thrombolites and camp cookin’

21.03 // Day 14: Fremantle – Rottnest Island (Day trip)
By Agathe

We started the day early with an alarm.This was the first time in a very long time we had to be somewhere at a certain time – ha! Yes, we were catching a ferry to Rottnest Island, an island off the coast of Perth famous for its beautiful beaches, raw landscape, and friendly quokka’s (a cute marsupial that resembles a smiling kangaroo crossed with a large rat).

Early to the terminal we enjoyed an overpriced coffee waiting for our ferry. Once more we were surrounded with French people. Seriously, WHY is there so many French people EVERYwhere in Australia?! (I don’t count of course 😉 

The ferry was fast and took 30 minutes. Two French girls sat in front of us talking loud, like there were no other French people around who could understand… #funny

I was super excited about this trip as it was an exciting activity to be had and we had heard so much about it. It was also good to have something planned as it gets challenging after travelling for so long to be asking yourself every day, “what should we do next?”.

We had beautiful weather and we disembarked and went to get our rental bikes. We then started the cycling adventure around the island. It was so relaxing and charming, everything here seemed to be set for a relaxing vacation. Just our thing.

We stopped at a first beach on Parakeet bay, where we were basically the only ones. We had a nice picnic under the watchful eye of a seagull. We then went for a swim. The water is pristine, you’d think it would be so warm, but it’s quite cold! 

We continued our island exploration and went around the lakes in the center of the island. There are some pink lakes there and we were excited to see them! Unfortunately those were dry at this time of the year and you could only see the pinkish salt crystals shining in the sun. We learned that the island used to produce salt for Western Australia (the island was their only source of salt for the whole state). They had even build a small train to move the salt on the island, which seemed so out of place given the small size of the island! 

Biking around, hair in the wind was just so relaxing and made up for such a fun day. We stopped at a couple of view points and beaches. One of them was known as Little Salmon Bay. This beach is apparently the best for snorkelling. We gathered all the braveness we could and with our goggles on we were able to see quite a few fish (some big ones and colourful ones as well as some corals – more or less alive). 

Having completed the tour of the island we went back to the “village”. The town was very lively with a definite vacation feel and also a lot of tourists around (mainly photographing the Quokkas or attempting to take selfies with them). We decided to go get a drink at a really cool outside bar playing live music. Feet in the sand, overlooking the ocean this was a very nice way to contemplate our time in WA and spent a nice relaxing time.

The ferry back at 6.30 pm turned out to be quite something as their was some massive waves. We made it back after 30 minutes to Fremantle and caught the free bus to our campsite. It was a great day!

Rottnest Island with Quokkas

22.03 // Day 15: Fremantle 
By Agathe

Last day in Fremantle! Last day in WA. 

We decided to go explore the nice markets that the city has. Bustling with people, this place was fantastic! There were so many food stalls and yummy options. We had a great time going around the entire market and looking at all the food, the artefacts and souvenirs that were on display. After buying some nice mangos and Indian snacks (what our budget could let us spend) we explored furthermore Fremantle which truly is a lovely town. 

The whole centre is mainly colonial buildings that were never destroyed as for the longest time the city had no money, so everything was kept as it is. Funny how that works. 

We then went to the renowned museum of Ship Wreck. I was just blown away to learn so much about maritime navigation at the time and the history of Australia. I never knew that the going theory for ancients scholars was that a landmass in the south must exist to “balance” the lands of the northern hemisphere. 

At the time maritime navigation was not very precise at all. Boats would navigate following the coast using and estimating where their location in reference to landmarks. So trips to Asia from Europe were made by descending the western coast of Africa, around the Cape of Good Hope, and following the east coast, passing India, and on and on. While they were able to calculate the latitude they had no precise means to calculate the longitude. Therefore navigating away from the coast was meant they could never know precisely where they actually were.

Maps and sea routes were regarded as extremely valuable and kept highly secretive by the crown or authority launching those expeditions. Like the Dutch East India Trading Company (VOC for short).

The VOC story is a fascinating one. How they rose to control a vast network of overseas colonies and trade routes. So profitable and powerful they were, they had their own military and thrived for around two centuries peaking in the 17th.

They would explore new continents and region of the world and trade to get spices to be sold in Europe. They launched many expeditions to Australia that often ended in catastrophe (like the Batavia shipwreck – read up on that because it’s insanity). Ships kept crashing into the west coast – WA. Couple that with unfriendly encounters with the locals and the “Southland” would remain known yet unknown for quite sometime until the French and British arrived.

Once done with the Museum we rewarded ourselves with a great Fish and Chips! It was a huge place with massive aquariums which was quite entertaining. 

Then came the time to say bye to WA and drive to the airport!

A road trip in WA requires more time, we concluded, because otherwise you drive long distances over relatively unchanging landscapes and no towns in between. 

For example, the goal shouldn’t be to go to Margaret River, see the wineries and go to one and leave the next day. The way it should be enjoyed is going there for a couple of days at least, taking it easy, visit  wineries, have lunch at different spots, dress up a bit and finish it off with some beach time. It’s a real holiday spot and we didn’t fully understand that until we got there! 

In the end, we still had a great time, enjoying the summer warmth and discovering a new part of Australia that we did not know about which was vastly different from everything we had seen! #anotherdayinWA!!

Around Fremantle and off into the sunset