Western Australia
Nov. 26th, 2008 07:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So far, it has rained a bit, and I have had some very nice wine. And cycled 20k very slowly (due to stopping at a cave, and an Aboriginal cultural centre, and the place with the wine and some lunch), and 35k really quite fast.
Then I had to put up a tent on *deliberately placed gravel*. "There's a [somethingorother, didn't catch the word] for your tent", the campsite owner said, showing me where I was headed on a map. The somethingorother is a patch of dirt & gravel (mostly gravel) with some kind of nylon close-weave net over the top, on which you are expected to pitch your tent. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WHY. Took me 35min to put up a tent which normally takes <10min, because I could not get the *bloody* pegs in the ground. I have vibration ouch on my peg-holding hand now. Grumble.
Last night I spent being The Only Grownup In The Village, at a caravan park in Dunsborough. It is Schoolies Week, which is when every 18-yr-old in Aus, having just finished their exams & thus their school career, goes in search of a beach and quite a lot of alcohol. The caravan people said, doubtfully "I'm not sure you'll *want* to stay here, and normally we don't let anyone else in while they're here", but I assured them that sleeping in a campsite, even surrounded by inebriated teenagers, would be preferable to sleeping on the side of the road, so they charged me $14.50 and sent me over to the back of the site. The teenagers all looked at me as if I'd grown an extra head (I checked: still only the one), and I had a couple of conversations that went:
"You're - not a leaver, are you?"
"No, about 12 years too old."
whereupon polite conversations about what I was up to were held, and my tent was admired. (One lad asked how old I was, and looked quite shocked to hear the answer "30. Three-zero.". They made a hell of a racket all night but this did not bother me in the slightest, so all was well.
Nearly sunset now so I should go sort my dinner out. Off to Augusta tomorrow, & to the Cape Leeuwin lighthouse - apparently one of only 4 places in the world where 2 oceans meet. A long day though - I'm not stopping at Augusta but heading 20k or so inland, to a national park campsite which has only cold showers. HORRORS.
Then I had to put up a tent on *deliberately placed gravel*. "There's a [somethingorother, didn't catch the word] for your tent", the campsite owner said, showing me where I was headed on a map. The somethingorother is a patch of dirt & gravel (mostly gravel) with some kind of nylon close-weave net over the top, on which you are expected to pitch your tent. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WHY. Took me 35min to put up a tent which normally takes <10min, because I could not get the *bloody* pegs in the ground. I have vibration ouch on my peg-holding hand now. Grumble.
Last night I spent being The Only Grownup In The Village, at a caravan park in Dunsborough. It is Schoolies Week, which is when every 18-yr-old in Aus, having just finished their exams & thus their school career, goes in search of a beach and quite a lot of alcohol. The caravan people said, doubtfully "I'm not sure you'll *want* to stay here, and normally we don't let anyone else in while they're here", but I assured them that sleeping in a campsite, even surrounded by inebriated teenagers, would be preferable to sleeping on the side of the road, so they charged me $14.50 and sent me over to the back of the site. The teenagers all looked at me as if I'd grown an extra head (I checked: still only the one), and I had a couple of conversations that went:
"You're - not a leaver, are you?"
"No, about 12 years too old."
whereupon polite conversations about what I was up to were held, and my tent was admired. (One lad asked how old I was, and looked quite shocked to hear the answer "30. Three-zero.". They made a hell of a racket all night but this did not bother me in the slightest, so all was well.
Nearly sunset now so I should go sort my dinner out. Off to Augusta tomorrow, & to the Cape Leeuwin lighthouse - apparently one of only 4 places in the world where 2 oceans meet. A long day though - I'm not stopping at Augusta but heading 20k or so inland, to a national park campsite which has only cold showers. HORRORS.
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Date: 2008-11-26 10:57 am (UTC)cape of good hope (atlantic and indian)
tiera del fuego (atlantic and pacific)
this one (hold on, i don't remember there being a "southern ocean" when i did geography????)
somewhere round indonisia (pacific and indian)
baring straits (pacific and artic)
somewhere above iceland (atlantic and artic)
also if we're having "southern" ocean, it must join to the atlantic and pacific somewhere, right?
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Date: 2008-11-26 10:58 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-12-01 01:46 pm (UTC)(Glastonbury; also the Marks & Spencers loading bay I lived opposite in 1st year. BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP this vehicle is reversing every morning at 5am... only woke me up for the first 3 mornings, thereafter no problem. I adapt even faste r these days.)
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Date: 2008-11-26 01:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-01 01:43 pm (UTC)I have 0 idea, when I did geography we didn't do where-places-are type geography. Instead we did people-type geography, and some stuff about glaciers which I have mostly forgotten.
My geography in the where-places-are sense remains appalling; I'm quite impressed that I managed to navigate myself halfway round the world, except that in practice I relied on trains which are nice and straightforward and do not require you to know much about where you're going. I suspect my Australian geography is now better than my UK geography, which is a bit shaming; despite
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Date: 2008-11-26 12:12 pm (UTC)no subject
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