Sleeping on the bus
Up early and it’s still quiet. A kangaroo is in one of the eskies so I move that out of the way. Human food can do serious damage to wild animals so they should never be fed. The beach looked even better while deserted.
One of the other idyllic parts of this part of the country is the lack of technology. It’s only in some of the towns along the way that there’s any kind of cell phone signal. Some may struggle to live without modern communication, I love it.
First stop of the morning is Frenchman’s Peak, one of the many 200+ metre peaks in the area. I was feeling stiff and struggled along the path for a while not ever remotely attempting to get up the peak.
It’s another long day of driving and I let the time pass with sleep. I’m only having 5 or 6 hours of sleep each night so naps on the bus are handy.
The area turns from treeless plain to farmland as we head onto the next camp site. To look at a map we’re now not that far from Perth (relatively speaking) but for the most part we’re skirting the edge of the country around the south west corner.
The night at a camp spot near the Stirling Range starts badly but ends well. Tempers flare while the tents are being pitched and a well landed haymaker creates unneeded animosity.
To everyone’s credit the situation is resolved and we settle into the usual routine of beer, stories, Bush TV and as we now have the added bonus of some electricity, the charging of phones and cameras.
