Shaken Totally Not Stirred

Another day, another adventure this time a little further north up the coast but first a pic from last night

Bit of a lazy start, seriously it’s holidays and I headed off to check out the blow holes. Maybe venturing a little further closer than I should be (there were foreigners there) I stood in awe and just watched the waves crash on the red rocks & the occasional spout of water. Words cannot describe it if you haven’t seen it go see it.

Of course I didn’t time my selfies well I’m either smiling with a little to no spurt of water or I’ve got this pained look on my face.

Just a little further round the corner is a peaceful lagoon. I did attempt the practice my snorkelling but you know me don’t like to be out past waist deep so I packed it in & sat with my picnic lunch.

What wouldn’t be a trip to the blowholes without the obligatory King Waves Sign selfie.

Now I decided to do some shaking, rattling & rolling as I thought it would be interesting to head up the Gnarloo Road to Quobba, I’ll just suss out what’s up here. Well some of the corrugations were as deep as they were wide & usually coming up to a creast where you had no choice but to roll across the top. Anyway I got a bit north of Quobba took some photos & hoped the corrugations were better on the other side ... for the record there not.

Just a couple of locals I saw hanging out on the road.

To end the day the sunset at the Fascine