Away from the City.
As the journey was a good many hours away, there was reason to occupy the little one with Peppa Pig tales and videos. Eating crunchy noodles was her favourite and all adults had to entertain for peace. When it was nap time, it was truly peaceful. Grace could not stop laughing at the grandmother duties I had to perform.
Busselton was a stop over before reaching Margaret River.
The clearly beautiful, sandy beach fronting a pier was a sight.
The clean, clear skies allow the scorching sun to dry almost anything that came along its way.
It was dry and hot.
It was dry and hot.
Mother and daughter are equally overjoyed having a chance to play on the soft , sandy beach
The sea gulls are also not afraid of the human race.
They fight fearlessly among themselves to prove their territorial prowess at pecking food.
They fight fearlessly among themselves to prove their territorial prowess at pecking food.
Yes, they came near enough to us wanting to have their share. Emily was the kindest soul. She happily distributed the fries to the oncoming birds.
You need to pay a fee to be given a tour on that jetty. Apparently species of sea creatures and plants could be viewed. The hot afternoon sun I must admit was a deterrent for us to attempt a walk along it.
I wanted to hold an umbrella but was stopped by Grace.
En route to Margaret River, we stopped by a winery and a chocolate factory. They sell light and dark chocolate from cocoa of many cocoa-producing nations even from South America. The chocolate was palatable.
Everyone is tempted to buy.
So I bought some too; some for relatives, others for friends.
The chocolate milk was an instant great drink for Emily, sweet and yummy.
By evening, we reached our boarding place. Names to the chalets caught our attention and we were assigned Calgardup.
Lovely and comfortable, we were provided cooking facilities that facilitated our cooking. It was good to taste the local cuisines of fries, chips and potatoes but after a while you long for noodles and curry. So, it was acceptable to cook. There was reason for it.
Pristine and peaceful, there was hardly pollution at this time of the day and the walk along the street was pleasant and relaxing. So quiet. By five in the evening almost everything was shut down.
It was a breeze walking along the five-foot way. We tried to get wine from the local outlets and the price was really attractive. Cheap and excellent. The wineries there are a competition to one another.
We walked and walked. Early morning walks were a must. We paid to relax and so we must savor in all good things. The landscape was dry and barren unlike the lush bushes back home.Short and stunted , the scrubs must be a result of little rainfall. Perth is Mediterranean in weather; thus accounting for the scrub like feature.
On another day, we move to the caves. Caves always seem to have a story connected to limestone. On most trips where limestone is prominent, we never fail to visit caves. So, what is the difference here?
The climb was inevitable. Well, still young enough for it. It did not pose much challenge but poor Grace has to lug Emily on a child strap. Grace is strong. Climbing up and down those stairs with Emily on her. Why was daddy not doing it? Emily was temperamental; only mama can carry.
Going down was a breeze. Climbing up was not. many hundreds of steps.
How about the Great Wall? Is it time to see it? It is either now or never, right?
The image is not sharp. But you can imagine if you were to see it for yourself. Majestic and awesome. The rain droplets can create a landscape feature so unique and amazing. We were warned not to touch anything. Nothing. It is so well preserved and a great offence to disturb nature here.
The guide told us stories of the images formed by the stalactites, stalagmites and pillars. Was it a dragon head on the left? But one thing is sure. The cave harbored mysterious streaks and feelings.
The cave was neat and clean; underground stream untouched.
At an outback cultural hut, we saw local crafts and read some history of the place. It intrigued me to have glimpses of Australian way of outback living and practices. Malaysian line dancing is nothing in comparison to the 'line' dance on poles. It is truly outback where courage measured your popularity in ones' eyes.
Fine workmanship on household gadgets and difficult to emulate.
The long coast also meant we had a chance to see the resplendent sea. Actually, the endless horizon only reflects our fragile frame. We are so small in this world. Dad loves nature ; anything to do with the jungle, sea and tree houses. I like the malls.
Father and daughter appreciating the coastal scene while the sun is setting for the day.
The Historic Water Wheel ; an important feature offering water for living, cleaning, agriculture and all. It was interesting to examine how man created solutions to challenges.
The Lighthouse which must have helped seamen in
their sea endeavors. It was still well kept.
Lunch at Cape Leeuwin. Lunch at awesome price.
I guess the vast, flat grassland can be used for functions of all kinds; weddings, parties and more. Incidentally, we witnessed 2 ladies arriving in a helicopter from Perth? They came for lunch, Fanciful.
Grace and Aaron insisted on breakfast at this place; I have forgotten its name.
They love to pamper themselves; we just followed suit.
The pier leading to the open sea was a sight.
More wines.
Here, it is wine and chocolates.
Miss Busybody is always so busy about birds, chickens and grapes.
The lush grapevine.
Locally produced products for sale; jams, olive oil, wines, honey and pastes.
We were given a chance to taste all wines produced.
I will miss her growing days.
Though not very attached to me, I love to hear her utterances and see her hilarious gestures.
But these two are great pals. They can do anything together. Grandpa gives in to her at all times.
That is reason why when the video call is on, it is always "Where is Kong Kong? I want to go Kong Kong house..."
Grandpa says she is growing up too fast.
Slow down a little.
