After the dolphins/pelicans, we had a chance to go on AristoCat 2. A huge catamaran that took us out sight seeing in the bay. We saw some dugongs, some yellow fin tuna, a turtle, a shovel nosed shark and some Spanish mackerel (who were on holiday).
This is Mick, our mature and professional driver.
As I was sitting in the net at the front of the boat, watching the sea and the horizon, I had a flashback to being rammed in on the Central Line in rush hour. I thought of all those times I saw posters of far-flung places and wished I were there.
And there I am. Life is Good.
We went back to Denham to pick up lunch. Actually I picked up lunch twice, I left my pasty on a rock and went for quick paddle in the sea, only to come back and find a seagull half way through it. Wherever you are, some things will always be the same.
We spent a long time on the bus the rest of that day, which wasn’t a bad thing. For every mile we travelled, it was a mile further away from Shark Bay and its plethora of things that will eat you. Much bus sillyness and even more drinking was done, but being almost at the end of my course of anti-biotics, I was strong and didn’t give in to temptation.
Well, not till about 5pm anyway, at which point I figured I probably should’ve started earlier. I had a box of wine sitting next to me the entire time and felt like Golem resisting ‘the precious.’
Around sunset we crossed the Tropic of Capricorn and stopped for a photo and to write our names on the line crossing the road.
We got into Coral Bay after dark and Mick, tired of sitting next to a bunch of drunk people, put it forward we skip dinner and go straight to the beach and party.
We agreed.
Heres a pic of my two best friends for the week, Gareth (or G Man) and Zandra (Z). Gareth is a barman from Washington DC whose biggest claim to fame is that hes the fastest man in the world to the bar.
While working at the Olympics in Sydney a couple of years ago, he was at a party for staff and athletes and found himself next to Maurice Green and equidistant from the bar. Though it was never made official, Gareth was clearly at the bar before the, then fastest man in the world and can thus claim the title. The way he tells it though, words were exchanged to the tone of ‘bring it on bitch’ etc and generally he doesn’t mention all the autographs MG had to sign but hey it makes a good story.