Shark Bay, part 2

2 April 2012 – After a swim and a quick brekkie to get away from the mozzies, I make my way to Thunder Bay, on the other side of the rock. It’s yet more sand dunes to get there but definitely worth the hassle. It is probably low tide when I get there because there isn’t a great deal of blowing through the holes, but through the few cracks on this massive overhang, you can hear (and feel) the wind blowing, it’s like the earth is breathing. Freaky.

Lunchtime at Denham and I meet a couple of Belgian travelers, Anthony and Isabelle. They’ve been on the road for a few months now, from South America to the Easter Island, to New Zealand and now Australia. Nice people. Too short a talk to really get to talk but it was a good encounter.

The road to Denham passed through two interesting points : Shell Beach and Eagle Point. The first is a humongous beach, as white and blue as they get around here, but instead of fine sand, it’s trillions of shells that cover the ground. So many that in fact, where they’ve been compacted enough, you can actually make bricks out of the stuff. Eagle bluff is a great viewing point off a cliff that overlooks a shallow bay, with dozens of rays and tiger sharks.

Instead of going to Monkey Mia since it’s best to get there early in the morning for the dolphins feed, I go to the Francois Peron National Park, and spend the night at Herald Bight, alone once again on that pristine beach. Well I thought I was all alone until a blond chick had her evening jogging, she must be running from one end of the park to the other because I see no campfire or car… Or was she a mermaid ?

Distance today: 290km, total: 7218km.

PS : an issue with the stove forces me to cook on just one burner, inside the car.