. We, on the other hand, have sold everything we own, left our jobs and have no friends just so we can feed these dolphins so come on, pick me Nigel, pick me.
Nevermind, Nigel didn't pick us and anyway I don't much fancy having to touch a smelly fish to put in the mouth of another smelly fish, poo. Whisking our way along we popped into Shell Beach (another example of imaginative naming) which was very cool indeed. The beach is not made up of sand but very small perfect white shells and looks much like a salt plain from a distance. Quick, quick come on no time to dilly dally. Next stop the stromatolites. They are the oldest living organism on earth that have existed since before dinsaurs roamed a gerzillion years ago. Yes lovely very old stuff, come along, next.
At last, back on the road and mobile again having officially lost 4 weeks. It has now become a little like Phileas Fogg's race against time as we realise we only have 4 months left, in which to see 4 more states, sell a car with a delightful gearbox, find spouses to marry and even less time to find gainful employment. So we embarked upon a whistle stop tour of the WA coast. A lovely morning was spent snorkelling Coral Bay. As with most places in Australia it is aptly named. We swam with stingrays & parrot fish and as the wind got up we smuggled our peanuts back into the van and off to Monkey Mia, a stop on everyone's itinerary due to the predictable visits from bottle nosed dolphins each morning. The next day we got up at some ungodly hour with every man and his 400 children (as it was school holidays ggrr). We trotted down to the beach and lo and behold there were the dolphins waiting for us. Sadly though, as we are neither cute or 8 years old we weren't chosen to feed them. Now these pesky 8 years olds won't even remember such a magical moment as soon as they discover boys/girls, loud music and the peer pressure of ridiculous fashions