South West Loop: Day 2
Trip Start
May 10, 2006
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Trip End
May 09, 2008
We woke up nursing a hangover and rolled out of bed in search of breakfast and in true Kalgoorlie style we rocked up to Hannan's Hotel for a skimpy brekky - The Best Brekky In Town. Certainly one with the best view ("It's at the bottom of the fridge, darl, at the back..."). They have a 6am licence so the night shift workers can get their beer and boobs fix and the food is cheap and greasy. My favourite. The atmosphere was obviously different from last night, there were only a handful of lads in and they were chilled out and friendly.
After we munched our hash browns, got our internet fix at the overpriced internet cafe and completed the slow and painful rehydration process we collected our new Canadian friend whos name at this point we couldn't remember, stopped off back at the super pit and headed to the Coolgardie Camel Farm ($4.50 each entry, $5.50 for a short camel ride, $18 for half an hour round the paddock and $30 for an hours bush trek)
We found out all kinds of fun and exciting things about camels such as they have a Split top lip, they crush food between their bottom teeth and a hard top gum, they stink and they're ugly. We were also told that they can kick forwards, backwards and sideways. We slowly backed away before we got roundhoused by a ninja dromedary.
The camel farm is good for a laugh and they have a guest book which is a handy way to find out the name of someone whose name you don't know but you've known them too long to actually ask them; we'd simply get her to sign it. Genius! We wrote our names in the book and offered the pen to our new friend. She asked us to just write her name for her.
Ah fuck.
Ok, easy. We asked her how to spell it. She looked at us and raised a single eyebrow before slowly and carefully spelling out, K-I-M.
She abandonded us in Norseman anyway where we spent the night as she met a mate (who, randomly, knows our mate Bex coz she works at the Travellers in Esperance) who was heading all the way to Esperance that day and for some reason that appealed to her more than sleeping in a cold, damp, one man tent next to two drunk lesbians in swags.
Pah. Some people have no sense of adventure.
After we munched our hash browns, got our internet fix at the overpriced internet cafe and completed the slow and painful rehydration process we collected our new Canadian friend whos name at this point we couldn't remember, stopped off back at the super pit and headed to the Coolgardie Camel Farm ($4.50 each entry, $5.50 for a short camel ride, $18 for half an hour round the paddock and $30 for an hours bush trek)
We found out all kinds of fun and exciting things about camels such as they have a Split top lip, they crush food between their bottom teeth and a hard top gum, they stink and they're ugly. We were also told that they can kick forwards, backwards and sideways. We slowly backed away before we got roundhoused by a ninja dromedary.
The camel farm is good for a laugh and they have a guest book which is a handy way to find out the name of someone whose name you don't know but you've known them too long to actually ask them; we'd simply get her to sign it. Genius! We wrote our names in the book and offered the pen to our new friend. She asked us to just write her name for her.
Ah fuck.
Ok, easy. We asked her how to spell it. She looked at us and raised a single eyebrow before slowly and carefully spelling out, K-I-M.
She abandonded us in Norseman anyway where we spent the night as she met a mate (who, randomly, knows our mate Bex coz she works at the Travellers in Esperance) who was heading all the way to Esperance that day and for some reason that appealed to her more than sleeping in a cold, damp, one man tent next to two drunk lesbians in swags.
Pah. Some people have no sense of adventure.

