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Published: April 19th 2006
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Jaws Of Paradise, Ink and Insult, The Dwindling Party, Happy Easter, Darth Lives, And On...
(First appologies, this crap PC does not have USB so i cant upload any pics (will try to another time), It also lacks word or any other typing program to manage my spelling. Think Phonetics, i doo.)
Desperatly Itching our leggs (and jimmy his ass), we take turns to sit infront of Yellow Mellows AC as we drive on. Our next stop is the dissconsertingly named beach parradise, Shark Bay.
Shark Bay is a huge area with two archepellegos 300 or so k's long about 20ks from the main land, an area known as a 'World Heratige Site' since it has a hugely diverse marine ecosystem. The shallower areas of Shark Bay have little tidal flow and a huge evaporation rate making the water 'Hypersaline' only a few specilised species of fish and crustation can live in these waters and have evolved so seperatly from their sea water cousins that they can no longer interbred, these animals and of paticular inportance a species of Pink Snapper are unique to Shark Bay. Despite its name and the regular visits from 'Oppatunistic Feeders' or Tiger
Kite Cam...
Fun with my Underwater Camera Case. Sharks, the bay has never had a shark atack, probably because their are so many other fish for the Tigers.
We drive their out on the inner most archepellego to the biggest town of Dehnam, which is our beach resort for the next three nights. In all our travels we managed to forget when Easter was untill we arived in this very touristy area to find accomodation impossible and campsights rammed with kids. Our three days in Dehnam treat us with warm water, constant intense sunshine, crying children and absolutly no wind!
Our activitees include Litrature, basking, swimming, lots of Frisbee, Pool with the locals and some Squid Jigging. As far as Pool is concerned Bruce quickly became champion and started hustling the local sharks leaving Jimmy and I to wonder what went wrong.
One evening as we walk back down the sea front we notice 20 fisherman on the jetty all in a state of great excitement, we investigate and find that their all Squid Jigging, fishing for Squid that are attracted to the street lights on the jetty. The squid come right up to the jetty so you can see them in the water and
Flaming Galas!
One for all you twitchers, you know who you are! Robbins?! with a brightly colourd lure they can be snatched from the water in jets of black ink. The next day we buy a Squid Jig for $5 and rig up some tent poles with old fishing line to make our own squid weapon, we will have calamari for supper! The night we hit the jetty with a six pack and a esky full of sea water our spirits are high, 'How hard can it be?' we ask some locals on the techneque and it seems simple enough, but we forgot that seeing the squid so close to being caught is a great spectator sport and we soon have a croud of people jeering us Pommies. I remind them that us Pommies have both the Rugby world cup and the ashes in our trophy room, just wait till we add some squid to the mix. We take it in turn trying to encourage a large wharey squid to take our lure, the key is to jerk the lure just as the squid grabs it, not to soon and not to late, easier said than done when you have a croud of fisherman egging you on! Its not long before we have
Tawney Frogmouth.
Another for the twitchers. This is a nochturnal bird and very rare. all faild to catch a paticuarly big helping of breded calamari rings than the neibouring fisherman casts a glowing lure with flashing lights right on to our squid. It looks at our cheep orange jig and instantly grabs the disco-tech rave fish to be jinked out of the water with a cry of 'See that boys, thats the ashes coming back on Australian soil', the startled squid adds ink to insult and squirts all over Bruces white Tshirt from a good 10 meters, jimmy got some splash back on his jeans while i ducked behind a small child!
On Easter morning we say a sad good bye to Bruce, he has to drive Yellow Mellow the 500ks back to Gerraldton and then buss down to Perth in a hurry to get back to Cardif (idiot!). Jimmy and I console oursleves by going to church and praying for a companion as good at launching kites as Bruce, though preferably a lot prittyer. The Church is a tiny informal Anglican affair, as we walk in we are welcomed with a 'Hello, happy easter, from whence to you hail'. 'Arrr, we hail from England' this was met with some approval. At the
Just Plane Odd.
Ok its and Emu but realy what on earth inspired evolution to make a bird look so odd? beginning of the service the Preist anounced that there were two boys here 'all the way from England, is there anybody else from farther away' someone in the pack perks up 'Were from Perth' half the church (10 people) let out an audible sigh. After Church we hit the water with a freshing wind for he heard our prayers.
The wind stays with us for the next two days, though our camping doesnot, were are forced out by the next influx of tourists and head to the out of the way Nanga Bay at the bottom of Shark Bay. Here we have a Spar a pool and bar all 2 min walk from our kite beach and much fun was had by all.
For the film we wanted to do some wierd costume kitesurfing, and with a tight budget and one thing and another we ended up with a black cloak and a Darth Vader mask each. With our black wetsuits and harnesses the effect is prity good and Nanga bay will be famous forever as the place Lord Vader Himself pulled his first front roll!
Leaving Nanga is a shame as it was one of the best Kite spots we have found yet, with a realy freindly campsight we met a lot of nice people who had seen our antics on the beach and came to talk to us when we cooked in the evenings. One nice lady gave us a load of fruit that her children wouldnt eat, while another guy wanted to know if i would teach him how to kite in the morning. Since i have been trying to master a back roll with aboslutly no sucess this was quite amusing, but alass we have to move on in order to be at our next destination in time for my Birtday.
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