96 Kms from Northam
We have finally moved along the coast to a little town called Freemantle or Freo as everyone else here calls it. The reason for the move, was not only because we wanted to, but because the hostel mucked up and we got an unwelcome early morning wake up call in the form of a guy trying to get into our room at about 4am. After we checked with the staff, they informed us that they had tripple booked the room and would need us to pack asap - RUDE. So definitely not recommending the Underground Hostel to anyone any time soon. We have now been introduced to the wonderful world of YHA hostels and this one is lovely along with all the people and the staff. We have been out and bought enough food to last us for two days and I for one cannot wait to get stuck into some proper grub. We are staying in a ten bed dorm with a hippie who is the strangest of people (and not because she is a hippie). We have also been to the beach this evening to watch our first ever sun set. It was beautiful.
83 Kms from Northam
Sip a cocktail or two on the beach, gaze at its many high-rises, stroll down parks and zoos and perhaps visit a vineyard and sample some wine- this basically sums up Perth for you. This laid-back city is a lot like a potpourri given the billion activities it has in store for travellers. The public transport system is excellent and the restaurants serve what could easily be the best seafood in the world. You will fall in love with Perth, no matter what.
111 Kms from Northam
So Rottnest Island was amazing, another place that I know I will never be able to forget in a million years. We got on the ferry two days ago and it took about 30 mins to get there, which isnt too bad at all. The first thing we did when we got there, was dumped our bags and went to se what the nearest beach was like and well it was stunning. We thought that the beaches we had seen in Perth so far were amazing, but they havent got anything on this, the beaches are out of this world and more beautiful than anything you would ever see in a magazine. We were in another YHA here, which was actually a converted army barracks and we even had real matresses there (aka not made of sponge). The girls we were sharing our room with were from Dartford, so it was a bit like a home from home hearing our own accents for a bit while we were there.