Dunsborough, Yallingup, Margaret River

West Australian Christmas Bush by the roadside

The colours of the westcoast are to be seen to be believed. Yes, at Osprey Bay at Cape Range National Park I was already very impressed with the clearness of the ocean, the abundance of creatures in the water and now I am even more impressed with the variety of shades of turquoise and blues that are reflected from the beaches and the white sands on the local beaches along this fabulous coastline around Dunsborough and Yallingup that we drove down to from the current campground.

Jo and I with Geographe Bay as a backdrop

"Meelup Beach" does stand out with vivid water colours and even though its Christmas Holidays time, not really crowded either.


Views from Meelup Beach

The biggest town in the area is obviously Busselton with around 35 000 people living there. There is a large industrial area and all the big stores like Woollies and Coles the most obvious ones with their large parking lots.
Dunsborough, about 25km further along the coast, by comparison is much smaller, but also spacious and well laid out, lots of flowers on the round abouts, everything ship shape and clean. Both towns are at the southern most end of "Geographe Bay" (named by french explorers) and because of this, are facing north rather than west and are therefore protected from the prevailing south-westerly winds by the headland that stretches further west to "Cape Naturaliste". The waters in that part of the bay are unusually calm due to this. Once I drive on from Cape Naturaliste, after visiting the Lighthouse that was completed in 1903, the bays facing west again, it becomes apparent that there is quite a bit of surf running.

Facing west, just south of Yallingup

There are more than 100 wineries in this part of WA all the way down to Margaret River and beyond. The wines produced here are all excellent, probably also to do with the large deposits of limestone in the ground. There are also over 300 caves in the area, many open for visitors. We check out Ngilgi Cave, quite a large and very deep cave which has been an attraction since the early 1900s. It has electric lighting throughout, the visitors are not led by a guide, instead we can wander at our own pace into the depth and around the various sights.

We drive on down to Margaret River and visit the Leeuwin Estate winery for a nice lunch and a glas of their Semillon. A nice treat on a beautiful day to be in such nice surroundings.

Today is Christmas Day, a good opportunity to just rest and enjoy the day. A MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL OF YOU!

Heading south along the coast

I follow the Highway south, the weather much cooler now, clear blue sky, such a great day to be driving along. Quite a lot of traffic on this road. Rockingham turns out to be a very nice township and we spend the night in a parking lot on the beach, but sheltered behind some trees as quite a gusty wind is blowing in from the ocean. The island, just off shore is called Penguin Island but does not provide any noticeable protection from the gusty wind.


Jo, helping to stow my awning

The following day, further south, along the coast to Mandurah, another popular township with lots of developments, new housing estates with many houses for sale. So far, most of the townships have a really good feel to them, like it was great to be living there. Further south, Bunbury and Busselton are also great townships with many friendly people and superb locations. Busselton also has a brand new housing estate with waterways at the door of many of the houses. If boating or fisshing is your pleasure, this is a great place to make it a reality. Unfortunately, prices are much on the high side and so only a very select number of families could afford to live there.

The night before I spent at a resting area by the highway, but last night at the Kookaburra campground at Busselton was most welcome, the bag full of washing needed attention and a good hot shower much in need.

Today, Saturday, 20 December, Jo has organised for both of us to stay at a campground by the Ocean, just south of Busselton, located on the so-called "Holy Mile" where we will stay to escape some of the Christmas rush that is bound to happen during the weeks to come. (They call it the "Holy Mile" as many of the campgrounds along this stretch of Highway are run by various church organisations.) After sunny days and blue skies its much cooler today, even some rain and so, its back to Jeans and long sleeved shirt until the weather will improve again tomorrow.

Back in the West again

My camping spot at the Advent Park in Perth

Good to be back! Also time to bring my blog up-to-date again with new happenings. Today, 20 December, already 16 days back, having spent the first ten, just relaxing and taking it easy at a campsite at Maida Vale near Perth Airport. I must say, the trip back to the past has been rather more stressful than I had initially anticipated, so now after settling down and re-adjusting to the way of life on the road, I feel so much better.

I have met up with my friend Jo and we have taken up together, where I have left off seven weeks ago, now slowly travelling south along the coast of Western Australia. Yesterday we spent the day stopping alongside Luck Bay, a large bay, formed by the Swan River, watching wind surfers barrelling along across the water. What a great place to see. We spent part of the afternoon and much enjoying a long ride on our bikes, most of the way around Lucky Bay.

Tonight we are camping wild in a carpark along the beach, just north of Coogee Beach WA. We are having a pretty warm day, with temperatures in the high 30s. This morning we spent exploring some parts of Fremantle and the local market. A lot of the old infrastructure of Fremantle seems to date back to the days of the Gold Rush, with many a grand building in the centre of town. The sun in these parts stands high, so often it feels like I am being pushed into the ground by the intensely bright and hot sun, a good time to keep in the shade if you can. So after the excursion around Fremantle we decide to head a little further south and have now made camp at a place called "C.Y. O'Connor Beach", named after the man who designed and built that pipeline all the way to Kalgoorlie. He committed suicide right on this very beach, as he must have started to believe the water would after all, never get there. Anyway, only two hours after his death the water did arrive and has been flowing there since.

It’s a great beach, clean water, absolute balm after a hot and sticky day in the Australian sun. A swim in the clear waters of the bay fells wonderful on such a hot and sticky day.

A quick update

In another ten days I will be returning to Perth, pick up my van to continue my tour-of-discovery. I am almost at the end of the things I needed to do overhere in Sydney, visited many of my friends and reported on my progress on the big venture.

I have also taken some time to post some of my photos in larger format on the internet. Some of you have asked me to see some of those images in a more realistic view than is possible to post in the blog. So now, you can check out about 250 pictures I have uploaded so far. There are lots more that I intend to upload, so, if you want to check and see what is there, I suggest that you copy the link below into your "Favorites" folder for future use. For now, simply click onto the link to go there. Yes, it would b e helpful if you have a broadband connection for this exercise.


Looking north from Coogee


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York, Beverley, Toodyay, Swan Valley and Yanchep

I get up just after sun-up as that will give a lovely light across the salt lake, perfect for some more photos. When I leave Jilakin Lake I am driving south west again to Narrogin, the closest larger township, where I intend to spend the night, do some more washing and have that hot shower. Like so many towns in this area, it has seen better days and the mining boom seems to have passed it by. Some traffic but not a lot of people in the streets. There is only one caravan park and that one has been completed in 1963, the installations look very dated, all other people who live in caravans seem to be permanents who work close by and have nowhere else to stay, a situation I have encountered frequently in many of the mining towns.

There is not much to discover at Narrogin, a small park along the creek looks nice on the town brochure but turns out to be run-down, much in need of a cleanup. I pick up a few bits from the local Supermarket and drive back to the caravan park.

I leave the following morning, now heading north, first stopping at York and then on to Beverley where a large airfield caters to gliding.

Old Townhall at York

Turns out that I could go up but that would have to be later that afternoon when thermal activity would be at its best. I need to meet up with an old friend from way back in the 60s, Connie and her partner David and so can't hang around any more, otherwise I will be too late.

A sign I spotted at York to discourage you from parking...

They have a weekender in the town of Toodyay and Connie has invited me to stay at their place. Lots of old stories to talk about. They have booked a table at the local food place which turns out quite good.

The countryside coming north from York is very pretty, lots of green, rolling hills, reminding me a lot of places in Europe. There is also a river flowing through Toodyay, this one full of water adding some coolness and tranquility. David and Connie have an orchard where they grow some Citrus, but mostly Olives and Macadamia Nuts. We ate a few varieties of their Olives from last year's harvest before going to dinner. Very good, I really enjoyed it.

In the morning Connie, David and I take a walk up the hill, now still somewhat green but I am told, that in just a few weeks all will be burned dry by the sun.

David and Connie on top of the hill behind their house at Toodyay

I leave late morning, following a route that Davis has advised me to take, through the wine growing country, more hills and winding roads, all very lovely to look at. I have been planning to drive into Swan Valley, more wine growing and looking a lot more up-market. I pull into a so-called "Biergarten" with the promise of German food and locally brewed Weissbier. Well, the food was less than average but the beer was not bad at all. After lunch I follow the road a little further south and discover a trailer park where I spend the night.

In the morning I decide to check out some more of the coast line and head for Quinns Beach. Beautiful white sands and turquiose waters just like at Ningaloo Reef some weeks ago. I notice that the part of the beach that is reserved for swimming and surfing has nobody on it whereas the side that has been reserved for exercising dogs is full of people.

This part of the beach is reserved for swimmers


This part is for walking the dogs

Driving down toward the beach I also noticed quite a number of people walking their dogs in this very new housing development that makes up the neighborhood.

I drive further north to check two campgrounds but find neither up to my standard. On the way back south I notice a sign that indicates a place called "Gravity Discovery Centre". I turn left, following the road for about 11km to discover a great enterprise that provides hands-on demonstrations about "HOW" the Universe is put together. Very educational, all of it quite new.

Part of the GRavity Discovery Centre


On my way north I have seen a sign that indicates Trailer Park and so, when I reach it on my way back south, I follow it and check into a nice green park, at Yanchep Beach - with me the only customer that night. Strolling around I see one of the lizzards that I have seen many of, on the road, me always trying to avoid running over them.

The Lizzard I spotted in the Trailer Park

The provided facilities are simple, but seem to work alright.

When I leave in the morning I head straight for the place in Perth where I want to leave my van before flying out to Sydney on Wednesday, 22 October. After booking in I am driving out another 17km to take me to Mundaring Weir, the place where the pipeline to Kalgoorlie starts with the first pumping station there as well. Its actually quite low in a valley and a lot of water has to be pushed uphill from the dam that stores the water.

Mundaring Weir

From Wave Rock to Jilakin Lake

After my stint in a lot of dirt roads and the associated dust, I am back at Kalgoorlie for a bit of comfort, a hot shower and to wash my dirty clothes as well as a few lazy days. I leave Kalgoorlie to drive toward Hyden, make a rest stop at Merredin again and follow the secondary road south from there to Hyden, where I want to take a look at the much publicised "Wave Rock". I am in the heart of the wheatbelt again, wide open spaces of green grain fields or pasture with plenty of sheep. It is a real pleasure again to see those open spaces again instead of the dry scrub that also restricts views. Obviously, the area receives a lot more rainfall, the dams are full of water, most of the grain fields are flowing green to the horizon. Occasionally, lower parts of the landscape contain salt marshes and also, often white, salt encrusted lakes. As soon as the land rises to higher ground, its grain fields again.

At Hyden I go to the Visitor Centre to check on some details and drive the few remaining 5km to Wave Rock. An interesting formation of Granite marked with stains of embedded minerals. It is very interesting to see, there are quite a few visitors at the site, certainly as a result of clever advertising, spreading information about this place. What I had never realised from any of the published information is, that its actually only a small part of a very large rock formation.

This picture shows a bit more of the Granite Rock itself as well

Naturally I climb the rock which is also used as a water catchment because when it rains there is always a huge run-off from such a large area of rock. To catch that run-off low stone walls have been constructed around the bottom to collect and chanel the water to a dam that supplies the town with water via pipeline.

There is also a Hotel and Visitor Centre with shop across the road, the camper van site charges $32 just to park the vehicle for the night. I decide that that is a bit of a rip-off and head further up the road for about 18km toward a place that is called "The Humps", find a nice place in the bush, well away from the road, with plenty of firewood around. It’s a Full Moon that night, so the place is well lit after the moon rises, the glow of my small fire providing great ambience.

In the morning I drive the remaining 1km to The Humps and discover a remote and beautiful granite Hill, overgrown with lichens and moss and small colourful plants that have taken to grow in this harsh environment, anywhere water can collect in hollows of the rock face.

These tiny blossoms are only about 1cm across

I am all by myself, not a single tourist to be seen anywhere. There is also a cave that I visit, with rock art that has been used by Aboriginal People for thousands of years. It’s a great place that I really enjoy visiting.



Two views across "The Humps"

From Hyden I drive south west to Kulin, then east again to check out the "sculptures" along the so-called Tin Horse Highway, where many a metal sculpture, all of them painted in bright colours, have been placed along either side of the road. Vitually all of them are quite funny, with commentaries placed alongside.


I take the turn-off to the "Kulin Race Course", where the annual horse race is held in the first week of October, ultimately the reason why all these horse sculptures have been created along my way there. I drive past a very quiet Race Course, then along the big salt lake, Jilakin Lake and make my camp there for the night, another campfire and a still bright moon rising over the lake.


Just after sunrise on Jilakin Lake


The same view in late afternoon light

Love it, love the silence, only the gentle hiss of the breeze in the trees above.

A dead tree at the edge of the salt lake - not even termites like that salty stuff

About the Pipeline (most info from Wickipedia)

The project
The pipeline was commissioned in 1896 and was completed in 1903. It was established to deliver water to communities that had rapidly grown in Western Australia 's "Eastern Goldfields ", such as Coolgardie and Kalgoorlie . During the early 1890s, thousands of settlers had swarmed into the barren and dry desert centre of Western Australia in search of gold, but existing infrastructure for the supply of water was non-existent and an urgent need arose.

The scheme enabled the benefits of the gold discovery to be realised and brought immense wealth into the previously struggling economy. Abundant water became available at a cost of three shillings and sixpence per thousand gallons, compared to water which had been carted by rail to Coolgardie previously at the rate of over A£3 per thousand gallons. The position was even worse at Kalgoorlie.

On 16 July 1896, the Premier of Western Australia, Sir John Forrest introduced to Western Australian Parliament a bill to authorise the raising of a loan of £2.5 million to construct the scheme: the pipeline would cart five million gallons (23,000 m³) of water per day to the Goldfields from a dam on the Helena River near Mundaring Weir in Perth, a distance of about 550km.

The scheme was devised by C. Y. O'Connor who oversaw its design and most of the construction project. Although supported by Premier Forrest, O'Connor had to deal with widespread criticism and derision from members of the Western Australian Parliament as well as the local press based on a belief that scope of the engineering task was too great and that it would never work. There was also a concern that the gold discoveries would soon dry up and the state would be left with a significant debt to repay but little or no commerce to support it.

Completion
O'Connor committed suicide in March 1902 less than 12 months before the final commissioning of the pipeline. Lady Forrest officially started the pumping machinery at Pumping Station number one on the 22 January, and on 24 January 1903 water flowed into the Mt Charlotte Reservoir at Kalgoorlie. O'Connors' engineer-in-chief, C. S. R. Palmer took over the project after his death, seeing it through to its successful completion. The government conducted an inquiry into the scheme and found no basis for the press accusations of corruption or misdemeanours on the part of O'Connor.

Pipeline
The pipes were manufactured locally from flat steel sheets imported from Germany and the United States that were pressed into upper and lower halves that were then welded together to form a finished pipe. (No technology was available in those days that allowed for the manufacture of a pipe of this size - 76cm in diameter) Mephan Ferguson was awarded the first manufacturing contract and built a fabrication plant at Falkirk (now known as the Perth suburb of Maylands ) to produce half of the 60,000 pipes required. Hoskins Engineering established a factory near Midland Junction (now known simply as Midland ) to produce the other half. When built, the pipeline was the longest fresh-water pipeline in the world.


This is a section of the original pipe. The lines along its length are the joints of the upper and lower halves. A lot of the pipe has been replaced and is now being placed underground to keep the water cool. This had also been done originally, but too many invisible leaks forced the pipe to be placed above ground for better control of leakage.

The pipeline ran alongside the route of the earlier route of the Eastern Railway and the Eastern Goldfields Railway for parts of its route, so that the railway service and the pipeline had an interdependence through the sparsely populated wilderness. The scheme required significant infrastructure in power generation to support the pumping stations. Communities oriented to its management grew up along the route. The pipeline continues to operate today, supplying water to over 100,000 people in over 33,000 households as well as mines, farms and other enterprises.

Kookynie to Lake Ballard

I leave Niagara Dam to checkout rock formations near a small town of Kookynie, about 20km further east on the dirt road. When I get there, not any sign or other indication of those rock formations I read about. I walk into the old Pub and straight away get a scolding for walking on der frshly washed floor which was not appearant when coming into the dark hallway. She was friendly enough and points me in the right direction: "… follow that road for about 2 miles, cross the cattle grid and keep goin' until you get to the second grid, cross that and then follow the track on your left for about 5km…" Good enough, a few more miles of dirt will be alright. The country around me is still flat, very dry and the growth of scrub is sparse, surprising even, that ANYTHING would be growing in this parched land. There are signs of flodding though, sand that has been washed into dried-up rivulets some time ago.

The rock formations are very beautiful and absolutely worth the trip.


I find one other 'traveller' climbing the rocks and we exchange our surprise and take some pictures, me with her camera, she with mine so I can also see myself inside one of my own pictures.

you didn't know I was THAT powerful, did you?

There are all these piled up rocks of quite astonishing size and brilliant colours in the middle of this flat landscape.



Quite interesting also to see that most of the rocks seem to be made up of layers of stone, almost like a crust that has formed around them, as if the rocks had at one time been very hot and as it cooled down fairly rapidly from the outside the cooled layers separated from the main rock itself. What really happened I don't know, its just a way of trying to explain what I see.

The next stop on my plan of places to visit is Lake Ballard. This means that I have to retrace my steps, first back to the main highway, from there about 50km back to the township of Menzies that I passed through on my way up to Niagara Dam. At Menzies I re-fuel ($1.88 as against $1.70 at Kalgoorlie) then drive down a badly corrugated road towards Lake Ballard, a dried up salt lake, where an artist has placed 52 statues seemingly randomly all over this lake. When I get there, only 2 tourists with a rental car from Perth are out there on the lake. Its quite desolate with the heat shimmering in the distance of the white salt surface. A dome shaped hill seems to overlook the place, so I decide to take a walk to the top, giving me a vantage point for a different kind of view. I do feel very small in this environment. Signs on the shore point out that to take 4 litres of water per person if one should want to take the full tour across the lake. I check out two of the statues but find them not attractive or inspiring enough to wanting to venture out further on the lake.

View across Lake Ballard

I am already thirsty as I have finished my bottle of soft drink I have brought from my van. Its already 4.00pm and I decide to look for a campsite. Needless to say, no amenities at this place (yet), so I drive a few kilometres back the way I came, where I had seen a side road leading away from the main road. This turns out ok and I make it my place to stay for the night.

Visit to the Ghost town of Kanowna

Quite a thriving town Kalgoorlie, or, as it has been spelled on old photographs from around 1900, "Kalgurli". Gold obviously, has been the main stay of the region. When I drive out to the old ghost town of Kanowna, I find only a few head stones of what used to be the grave yard of the town. Not a single building left standing.

Some left-over grave stones at the old cemetary of Kanowna

When Gold had also been discovered at that very grave yard, most of the human remains had been moved to another site and the place had been dug over to extract any Gold from the ground. Just a few kilometres from there, another huge open-mine pit has been dug with on-going mining in this area to this day.

yet another open pit gold mine close to the old workings of Kenowna

This serves as a reminder that there is yet a lot of Gold in the ground and that it is being mined as I speak. This whole area in Western Australia is abundant with minerals of just about any kind we can think of: Gold, Silver, Platinum, Copper, Iron, Zinc, Molybdenum, Nickel and I am sure there are some more that I am not aware of...

I leave Kalgoorlie to drive north to what I am told, is a nice camp spot at Niagara Dam, about 190 km north-west. Driving north on the Goldfields Highway, there are several mining installations for the processing of the mined sands. There are also huge mountains of earth that have been piled up alongside the highway. A tall smoke stack on my right is belching white smoke that slowly drifts across the land. The sign pointing in its direction identifies the site as a "Roasting Facility" which is also part of the processing required to extract the precious metal from the ore.

I pass the town of Broad Arrow, or should I say, whats left of a community of 2400 at the turn of the century around 1900. The only building left standing is the hotel or Pub. This town once boasted eight hotels in its hayday. I pass yet another mining operation on my left and later I drive through Menzies which seems to consist of only a few buildings and a rather smart looking Townhall. After another 42km I arrive at my turn-off toward Niagara Dam and follow that road. After about 5km the bitumen runs out and I am driving on dirt, not too bad except for the last 5km that take me to the campsite. The Dam has been constructed and completed in 1904 where it was to serve as a water storage for the steam trains of the day that were yet to reach the area. As it urned out, water was discovered nearby only a very short time after the completion of the dam. Interesting to note that every bag of cement needed for the construction of the dam had been brought in by camel train!

I find a nice spot at the bottom of the dam wall. Its very peaceful and quiet and although I feel a bit dusty, I decide to stay a few nights and collect some firewood from previous camp fires of other campers that have used the site before me. I am also surprised to see that the toilet facilities here even have running water and a toilet that flushes! Not really that surprising with the dam nearby.

I invite my neighbor, Russel, a young aboriginal Anthropolgist, to come join me by the fire and we have long conversations about Aboriginal Heritage and the preservation of the Sacred Sites around the place. He had also spent six years in the Australian Army being part of the SAS. He is certainly a big guy. If there was to be a fight, I would certaily like him to be on my side. He also tells me about some of the Aboriginal stories and beliefs in the spiritual world which I find fascinating.

Most of the roads leading into Niagara Dam are dirt, in a couple of days I will be driving on to Kookynie where there are some great large rock boulders that I want to see. The road there is all dirt as well. Driving on dirt does stir up quite a lot of dust that will be suspended in air for quite a few minutes before settling down again. The substance is extremely fine, powder-like and also quite gritty. What I have not talked about in this regard is, that the dust (Bull Dust in local jargon) also settles on your skin, with a very strong tendency to dry it up. I have noticed that the skin on my hands, around my fingernails, any cracks in the skin tend to get filled with the stuff that will not wash off in just a single good wash or shower. The skin gets very dry, so I usually put on some skin cream after I wash my hands again. I also notice that fingernails get quite brittle and dry, breaking and chipping much more easily.

A look at the land around Niagara Dam

I am writing this down so to help convey a better understanding of what its like to actually be living under bush conditions...

Merredin and on to Kalgoorlie

I enjoyed the town of Merredin very much and am very amazed at how progressive the town has been dealing with salination caused by rising groundwater levels, but will comment and write more about this when I return through this town on my way back to Perth. I leave Merredin after one night because of a total change in weather.

This morning there are low clouds in the sky and an incessant drizzle. The temperature has dropped, means that I leave the town after a fuel stop in the rain, with my heater on. I am heading east toward Kalgoorlie, about 320km away. I am still in the wheatbelt, lots of fields, all green and lush - this means, Happy Farmers that love to see their crops earning money. I intend to keep driving east, in the hope that I get to the end of this wet weather system. The sky really looks black and I see rain and fog all around me. Several times I see clearing skies ahead, but its always just a short break in the clouds, then its back to black skies.

Finally, about 180km east of Merredin, I get to see what is above all those black clouds, white cumulus clouds and blue sky. Yes! That’s exactly what I am looking for! I stop briefly at Coolgardie, another Gold Mining Town where back in the late 19th century Gold has also been discovered. Some of the grand buildings there also reflect the wealth generated by those discoveries.

Quite impressive buildings in Coolgardie

I arrive at Kalgoorlie, pick up some fruit and Ryebread, go to the Tourist Info to get some advice where to stay and head off to one of the caravan parks where I book myself in for 3 nights.

With the discovery of Gold back in those early days, the biggest problem for any of the miners was the lack of water. It was decided, a pipeline was to built to bring in water all the way from Perth, some 650km to the west of Kalgoorlie. On my way East, that pipeline, still in operation today follows along the highway, most of the way to Kalgoorlie.

Here a copy from one of the websites:
In 1895 the first plans were prepared for an engineering feat that would stagger the world — an attempt to pump water uphill some 500 km, from the hills near Perth to the goldfields of Coolgardie. Before construction began, the dream had become bigger. The pipeline was extended for water to be pumped even further east, to the new goldfields of Kalgoorlie.

On 24 January 1903, the dream became a reality when water, which began its journey at Mundaring Weir, flowed into to Mt Charlotte Reservoir at Kalgoorlie. Today, water is supplied to over 100 000 people and six million sheep in an area covering 44 000 square kilometres (two thirds the size of Tasmania).

If you would like further information on this subject, click on the link below to wickipedia Water Pipeline to Kalgoorlie

Kalgoorlie is the first large town since leaving Darwin. With over 35,000 inhabitants, its been a mining town for over 100 years, Gold still being dug out of the ground in open-cut mining which has produced a "Super Pit" on the outskirts of town. I drive out to the lookout over the Super Pit to get an idea of what this is all about. It is truly gigantic, similar in size to the iron ore mining operation I saw at Tom Price.


This gives an idea of the size of the equipment in use

Around 1.00pm I am told there will be blasting at the bottom of the Super Pit, obviously others want to take a look as well. Have a look at the short video clip I took of this event.

The area circled will be blasted today



Later I am taking part in a tour around the original mining shafts with a demonstration of pouring liquid "Gold" into an ingot.


There are many impressive buildings around town that bear witness to the wealth generated already more than a hundred years ago. The streets are well laid out and there is a sense of space wherever I drive.

A view over part of the town


Here is a copy from Wickipedia about the town:
Places, famous or infamous, that Kalgoorlie is noted for include its water pipeline, designed by C. Y. O'Connor, which brings in fresh water from Mundaring Weir near Perth; its Hay Street brothels (the street itself was apparently named after Hay Street, Perth); its two-up school; the goldfields railway loopline; the Kalgoorlie Town Hall; the Paddy Hannan statue/drinking fountain; the Super Pit; and Mt Charlotte lookout. Its main street is Hannan Street, named after the town's founder.

A funny sign for a place to eat (Hogs Breath)


A look down Hannan Street

One of the infamous brothels also serves as a museum and is a major national attraction.

New Norcia

Its been very windy last night (good thing I took down my awning last night) and there hs been some rain as well. Yes, it was blue skies all day yesterday, but…
After Breakfast I break camp and drive back to Cervantes where I forgot to return a key at the campground, then head on out towards New Norcia. I cross the main highway and follow a dirt road for the next 22km. Good road, well maintained and thanks to last night's rain, no dust either. Beautiful open country either side, everything looking lush and green, some grain growing but mostly pasture, populated with large numbers of sheep, happily gracing today's breakfast. In some fields I also see cattle, half of them grazing, the other half lying down on their stomachs, happily chewing the re-gurgitated grass they ate earlier today.

Countryside covered in a carpet of blue, just before Moora

I stop at Moora to make a phonecall as my Mobile is, once again, out of reach. I walk into the Hardware Store to ask for the Post Office but find no-one in the store, as I wander through the isles. Quite amazing how much more trusting the country community seems to be, anyone could have walked in and helped themselves with whatever there is on the shelves. I go into the camping equipment store next door, find the Hardware man in conversation in there as well. Post Office is just around the corner and down the road - easy. Outside , the only public phone in town. Across the road from there, I see Tourist Information where I collect a few brochures and a map from a very helpful young lady. Sealed road all the way to Norcia. Countryside same as before, all green, the dams full of water and the rivers I cross, all running water.

I arrive about 11.00am at New Norcia, park my van and stroll around this monastic community, started by Spanish Benedictine Monks, back in 1849.

This building also houses the St. Gertrude Chapel

Quite surprising really, to see what they have achieved, the beautiful art that is on display at their Museum/ Gallery. Its been raining on and off for most of the day and during the 2-hour guided tour around the various places inside the monastery, I got wet a few times, every time we had to go outside.


The monks also bake all the bread for all the people in the village, but having just had a long weekend, there will be no fresh bread tomorrow. I have heard that this bread is simply excellent and, as it won't be happening tomorrow morning, I will move on instead.


The beautiful Altar in the Chapel

In its heyday, there were over 50 monks living at this monastery, now, only 9 remain. The buildings all look as if they could do with a major upgrade, a lick of paint would also go a long way.

Gum Tree blossoms in the Chapel garden

All buildings are suffering badly from rising-damp and only one of them, the Chapel has been repaired. There were three schools, run quite separately and were kept apart with high brick walls, one for girls, one for boys and another for Aboriginal children. The walls have all been removed except for a short stretch that is also suffering from rising-damp. At one time the monastery held about 1 million acres of land, now only 40,000 acres remain.

The New Norcia Hotel is a building that was originally built by the monks and was intended to house members of the Spanish Royal Family, to whom an invitation had been extended - as the tour guide said: "…they are still waiting for that visit…" In the meantime, that grand old building also looks run-down and would require a major injection of funds to bring it up to modern standards. It has a nice "old World" ambience that reminds me of some of the old country houses in Ireland.

There is also an Art Gallery, displaying some interesting paintings, some of them from the 16th and 17th century. Thieves stole 26 of them back in 1986. All, except one have been returned a short time later but there was extensive damage that needed to be restored.

In a shed in the back, some old farming machinery is on display, some made on the premises, others, like an old "Lanz Bulldog" Tractor, the kind I remember from childhood.

Front end of a "Lanz Bulldog"

A single cylinder engine that had to be pre-heated with a kind of blowtorch and a big handcrank to get it started. I remember that machine rocking in place when idling at a stand still. (Not really surprising with a single cylinder engine)

Jurien Bay

A bright and sunny day to take me up to Jurien Bay this morning, only about 25km to the North, just along the west coast. Mind you, not that I see any of the ocean while I am driving, its about a kilometre to my left, all white sand covered with a low kind of scrub, beginning to bloom in yellow. At Jurien Bay I pick up a few bits from the local IGA store and also enquire about the stranded whale I heard about in the news. "..No, they have not seen it themselves but it’s about 5km to the south and I should be able to get access to the beach about 2km back towards Cervantes, where a new housing development is in progress."

I have seen the sign posts with the usual "FOR SALE" signs on my way up, so I drive back a little way, through the new streets with many vacant lots, heading towards the visible sand dunes that separate the flat land from the ocean. A dirt track leads into that area and I follow it as far as I dare, getting stuck in loose sand is not my idea of fun, so I leave my van in a free space by the side of the track. I walk down to the beach, sure enough, right around the bay, a good kilometre away, I can see several vehicles standing together near the water. I walk along the beach, using the tyre tracks left there by the big 4-wheel drives.

When I finally get there, I see a Ranger who has put up an exclusion zone with plastic tape on some poles in the sand. The whale is in the shallow waters where he beached himself. There are a few white scratches on his back, but those seem rather superficial, don't look life threatening at all. The Ranger tells me that no-one knows exactly what might be wrong with the whale at this time. We are at high tide while I am there and I can see that the whale's head is coming up every so often, exhaling and inhaling before putting his head back under water. The top 20cm of his back are always out of the water but I can't see him using his tail to help propell him into deeper water and back out to sea.

Just about 30 metres from the shore, a stranded whale.


A few more rubbernecks have arrived and I decide its time to walk back to my van.

I check into the trailer park and get a nice private spot along the fence with green grass beneath my van and my feet. Because the sun is good and strong, I start a load of washing, have some lunch and sit under my awning, enjoying a nice cold beer, reading "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance". Life IS Good!

After stowing all my freshly washed stuff, the wind is becoming gusty once again. I stow my awning again before the wind will tear it off and I have already decided to drive on to "New Norcia" a Monastic community, tomorrow morning.

Cervantes and on to Jurien Bay

I arrive at Cervantes, late Friday Morning, drive through a modern and seemingly growing town. Easy to see that some of the commerce is in Crayfish harvesting with several large fishing boats in evidence and several jetties along the coast. The largest one populated by fishermen with their lines in the water. I go to the tourist info to get some brochures, check out the local caravan park, which looks nice and green.
Rather than checking in, I decide to drive out the 17km to the Pinnacles, check out a 'wild' campsite out of my book and discover that in this area 'wild camping' is now prohibited and so head back to the caravan park and book myself into an unpowered site for a few day.


A look at the Pinnacles, limestone formation coming through the yellow sand

The Pinnacles are very interesting to see, arriving early in the day also makes it a rather peaceful event, only a few vehicles are actually in the park when I drive through. I quite enjoy taking it all in, the morning light adding a particular quality to the place as well. To be recommended! When I have setup my van in the park, I get on my bike to discover mora about the township of Cervantes. Many newly constructed roads and new houses wherever I look. Many of the street names have Spanish origin, like Talavera Road or Malaga Circuit, or Majorca Street. There are 4 Restaurants/Cafe, two of them in Clubs. Should like to try at least one of them later.

Its Sunday today and after getting up early, I take a bike ride out to the lookout on top of a high sand dune, about 2km from my camp ground. I only see two people there and it’s a great spot for a good look along the waterfront, up and down the coast line.

View along the coast from the lookout

Lots of blossoming shrubs on the way, again, just two cars on the road this early hour.

Dead tree formed by the constant winds near the Lookout

When I return into town, I take a drive down to the jetty, being Sunday, lots of kids throwing a line into the water, hoping to make that catch.

One of the three jetties at Cervantes

Back at the trailer park I chat with my neighbors, a couple with their young son, about 10 from New Zealand, but now living in Perth. They came up to Cervantes for the long weekend, just to get away from the city. He has to be back on the job on Tuesday, so tomorrow, Monday they will need to return. Another couple that arrived this morning, are from Frankfurt, have been here for the second time, this time to explore the West. They are heading south to Perth and beyond and fly out again on the 8 October.

For my travel plans, I have decided to leave in the morning as well to drive up to Jurien Bay, about 25km to the North. The news also reported that a whale was stranded on the beach, south of Jurien Bay, something I really want to check out.