Road Trip the First
Trip Start Dec 03, 2004
85Trip End Nov 31, 2005
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I drive wondering if the bit roadkill I've just passed is a lion's tail---impossible, I suppose---or a kangaroo's innards
We rock up to the small coastal town of Cervantes for lunch. Cervantes is famous for one thing: being the only town near the Pinnacles, which are famous for being 400 hectares of phallic looking rocks randomly littered in the desert. They're a long way to go out of the way, but it's something you have to tick off as having seen on the way up the coast, so we do. It's a long and winding road to drive up there, hot and sweaty, and I'm feeling nauseous by the time we get there, so that's when we swap over drivers. We drive around the rocks taking silly photos and laughing at the absurdity of what makes a tourist attraction. They really are just some pointy rocks in the sand . . . and yet there's the weird appeal of "what on God's green earth made these things appear here?" We never do find out because we're too lazy to read the long description involving limestone and sand and eons of time that comes with the brochure at the entry.
Finally, later that afternoon, we pull up in Geraldton. It could be a nice place, it's hard to tell; it's grey when we get there and the hostel is big, ramshackle, empty. They've got ping pong, though! We love ping pong. Ian has a go at me for eating chips before dinner and ruining my appetite for whatever great creation he's made this time. Then I almost beat him at pool. It's just like another night in Busso, but somewhere else.