Howdy peeps.

It’s been a week full of emotions and internal drama, but let’s get comfy and back on track.

Where was I? Bremer Bay!

Where was I going?

Bremer Bay to Albany

In true Becky fashion, as I left Bremer Bay the sun was shining its face off.

I am not much of a person for lying around tanning, but I am being serious when I say my right arm looks like it was transplanted from someone with a very different relationship to the sun than my pasty white butt.

I have even tried experimenting with the location of my watch strap (yes, I wear mine on my right arm) because I only get a tan when I’m driving and leaving a destination!

Also, I don’t know if it’s obvious, but I don’t really have a plan for these travel days. I look at Google Maps and see what’s between A and B. Which is only as effective as my patience and zooming in efforts.

Most of the time I’m just keeping my eyes open for something that takes my fancy.

And that’s how I ended up here…

Betty’s Beach and East Bay

I will try and let the photos speak for themselves, although I do take some odd photos. Just to say that these two beaches were absolutely stunning.

Both had attached campsites, well camping pitches on a first-come, first-served basis, and it’s absolutely free. I can only imagine you would need a Hamingja on side to secure space here.

And with East Bay just around the corner, well, if you can call 3 km a corner. Trust me when I say that here that’s practically next-door neighbours.

I am not a religious person, but even I had to consider that this was made by more than just nature.

A swift slap to the face assured me of my heathen origins and off I continued.

Please note for the record that the sun was still shining.

Chainsaw Sculpture Viewing

This was recommended to me by my stalker friend Robyn, and well, I was unsure but went anyway.

Firstly, slightly disappointed that there was not one sculpture of a chainsaw. Very misleading name if you ask me.

However, for a donation of 5 dollars and a half-hour drive around, Becky, aged 6, was ecstatic.

Please note for the record the grey background.

Aus Post Albany

Yes, that’s right. This whole exchange was so ridiculous, it’s getting its own subheading.

I’ve recently taken an interest in outboard motors and so arranged a delivery of a Haynes Manual. Having received a notification that it was ready for collection, I decided to pick it up en route to the campsite.

After what felt like forever in a queue of 3 people it was my turn.

Aus Post Moomin (APM): Hi, how can I help?

Me: G’day (oh yeah I’ve gone full Aussie), I have a parcel collect for collection.

APM: 👀

Me: 👀

APM: 👀

Me: Would you like the QR code.

APM: Oh yes that would be nice.

Me: 😲 hands over phone.

*APM goes away and comes back.

APM: Are you sure you have something to collect?

Me: That’s what the app told me?

APM? Where did you ask for it to be delivered?

Me: Here? It’s a parcel collect!

APM: And how big is it?

Me: About A4, I reckon.

*she goes away and comes back again.

APL: Well it’s not here.

*at this point I was losing my mind and figured better to walk away than be arrested for murder

Me: Errrm okay then

* I walk off, as I near the door

APM: Excuse me, I have your parcel

*starting to wonder if I have been beamed up by aliens

Me: Errr, thanks.

As I returned to Jean Claude it started to rain. I thought to myself; oh fugg you very much indeed!

Big4 Middleton Beach Holiday Park

I swear by all that is Loki. I parked JC up, and boom, the heavens opened, and for added flavour, some van-shaking winds.

I’m not sure why, but I didn’t really want to stay in Albany; the big towns aren’t really my vibe.

I just did so because it was an obvious stop along the coast, and a bigger town meant bigger supermarkets and more variety.

Yes, life on the road has now become all about where I can get the cheapest Tim Tams.

Also, the location looked pretty epic, right on the beach, which meant the potential for surf.

Instead, I spent the night trapped in JC in sardine tin mode (roof down), and it was pure hell.

What with the weather being atrocious and there being less than ideal surf, I decided that I would use the next day to go for a drive.

Albany

As per usual I looked at the map and went: oooh that looks cool.

Is it just me, or does this look entirely like something else? To say I wouldn’t want to sit on it would be an understatement 😳

It’s official, I don’t like heights, and this one brought me to my knees. The things I do for a half-decent photo.

I mean, two jetties for the price of one, and some silo art; Albany was almost growing on me.

This looked to be a very interesting museum, the last fully operational station of its kind.

Although this particular one ceased operation in 1978 and became a museum in 1980.

The idea of something like this appeals to me as, although it makes me squeamish, I am a big fan of learning.

However, taking approximately 3 hours to get around with Jackson in JC, I decided to give it a miss.

Choosing instead to spend a little time on the beautiful beach.

Obviously not part of Albany tourism, but maybe it should be?

Of course, what goes around comes around, and I’m back where I started.

Naturally, the end of my day trip would see the end of the rain. Still no damned surf though.

Good Riddance (Green Day – 1997)

Another post, another tale from my travels. I often wonder if I will have anything to write about, then I remember a Moomin I met or a moment where I became one with the Moomins.

It seems to me that I just attract comedic drama, and so I am confident there will be more to follow.

In other news, this damned month is nearly at an end, which can only mean one thing.

With the budget having officially reset on Friday it was time to get to the bakery.

Bush Tucker Bingo

Now, now, don’t be getting too excited, the Vegemite is still safely locked away in a vacuum sealed container.

Although it has been recommended to me to try it with cheese on toast? The toast is the part I’m failing with. 

Note to self: must buy some sliceable bread.

Anyhoo I had a Sausage Roll. Big whoop.

It was disgusting.

They make them with beef, the dirty beasts, and well I felt my arteries contract with every bite.

Australia is in desperate need of a Greggs, for sure!

Til next time XOXO