I love to hear families having fun together, playing with their children and having a great holiday … but not when it’s into the wee hours!
And that, unfortunately, is something that can happen quite unexpectedly – in this case a last-minute booking of two families into the YHA.
I wasn’t the only person at breakfast next day complaining of a disturbed night, as the hikers took to their beds early after long hours spent walking the Bibbulmun track.
Still, it was nice to see Richard and Peggy’s smiling faces in the morning. Richard is Peggy’s helper at the YHA, and he very kindly offered to check my car’s oil and water for me which I appreciated.
It was rainy first thing in the morning and I set off after breakfast to see the Giant Tingle Tree, not far from Walpole. There was a lovely sweet freshness in the air and another couple and I walked the circular track to the Giant Tingle tree, exchanging information about our different trips.
As happens so often, they expressed surprise to hear that I was travelling solo, but then told me they had met a single lady from Queensland who was travelling the Nullarbor on her motorcycle, with a side cab. So there you go – there are some other adventurous women out there!
I saw a photograph of this very same Giant Tingle tree taken in 1960 with a Volkswagon van parked inside it, so that’s how huge the hollow is. Thank goodness that cars are not allowed to have their photos taken in that space any more!!
I’ve included a few different photos of the trees because they really are very impressive, yet at the same time, very fragile around the base.
Next stop was Northcliffe, an hour or so away, where I stopped for my usual morning coffee. The rest of the drive to Augusta was through an endless realm of lush green trees and national parks. In fact I don’t think I have ever seen so many trees in my whole life, just about the whole southern part of the west coast is covered in forest.
Arrived in Augusta about 3.30pm and checked into my room at Baywatch Manor. Sounds very impressive but it used to be a YHA hostel and is now more of a motel, but with a communal kitchen.
The room was nice and amenities great but oh dear, they forgot about soundproofing for the bathrooms!
It was a quaint little seaside town with a lovely boardwalk to the beach,which I very quickly started walking along, doing my usual thing of talking to people – and here I chatted to a man in a wheelchair from Ballarat who had no legs – and was on holiday with his wife, who had unfortunately had to fly back home for a funeral! It’s amazing the stories that people confide on holiday – maybe it’s the seaside air that does it …
Apparently the fish and chip shop at the top of the town make wonderful fish and chips but I took advantage of the communal kitchen to rustle up a simple pasta dinner.
Off to Margaret River and up to Bunbury next …