Ocean Park and Carnarvon

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On the road outta Shark Bay , Sandy and I stopped at the Shark Bay Ocean Park. Was well worth the stop as we learnt so much about types of fish, turtles, sting rays and SHARKS. The tour guy was young and hot and very very informative and very much into his job, which made the experience awesome.

We learnt about the fins on the back of sharks and how to distinguish a man eater to a non man eater. Sharks have sensors from half the body up to the tip of the nose. So if someone is in distress, sick or mamed, then a shark will then pick up the signals from the sensors and find that creature (man or fish) and hunt em down. Raaaaaaaaaaa

We also learnt about the best tasting fish to eat. Which is handy to know if we ever catch one ( I can't remember any at this point in time) TBA.

After the Ocean park experience we hit the road stopping occassionally to check out the cliffs along Denham.

Arrived at Carnarvon in the arvy driving down a long long road lined with palm trees . . . crazy ! Found us a camping ground, pitched a tent then went for a drive to the 2 mile jetty (actually only one mile as somesome burnt the jetty in two and you can't access the other side now) Anywho got chatting to a local fisherman, watched the sunset on the jetty , checked out the ol railway station then headed back to base.

We met a couple of irish backpackers whilst cooking dinner which was awesome, as you can imagine the stories were endless. These blokes had a had a pretty rough trot here in Australia with work, especially on the fishing boats in Carnarvon. They also shared scary stories about life back in Ireland at the moment and the hatred of different religions in Dublin and neighbouring towns. Really scarey stuff going on there today still . .

NExt day we lounged, hung by the pool and relaxed. Great hot day for it too. So we lapped it up. Then later in the arvo took the 100km drive to the blow holes on the coast near quobba station. . . It's true what they say there, King waves Kill . The noise of the blow holes is terrifing and the spray can still get you from way back near the car in the car park. On a really windy day , you have to keep your distance as the waves can hit the rocks and washed you off, and it's not like the rocks on the cliffs are slippery, it's absolutely the opposite, all pointy and hard to walk (you could do an ankle on these rocks). The wind and the size of the waves are the scariest factor when viewing the blow holes. As it's unpredictable. We travelled up the coast a bit to view Quobba station, there we found a little bay with heaps of coral and fishys to go for a quick dip and a snorkel. It was unreal. The water was really univiting too and i was so cold i was like a a little kid, stomping my foot and saying 'i don't wanna', but thankfully sandy told me to get in the water , as i would have missed out. The water was barely knee deep, but the coral was amazing and caliber of different fish (we had only just learnt about too mind you) were everywhere. We were truely spoilt on this little snorkelling adventure. Absolutely rapped we hit the road back to base for a big feed, some wine and a chat round the camp kitchen with some more travellers. That night we all indulged massively , but the stories were flowing as was the wine. At one point the care taker of the caravan park found some left over grog in the fridge and fed it to the drinking party - the wine tasted like Bananas', thankfully sandy and i had our quota of our own wine, as the rest got extremely crook from drinking the banana goon !!
Next day sandy and I made tracks. Really really excited bout getting to Coral bay !

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Photos

Sandy and the dude
Ocean Park - Denham