Just after Christmas Lucy was kind enough to lend us her car so we went on a little road trip down south to a place called Busselton.
We stayed in a Christian campsite for $12 (cheap and cheerful...or so we thought) but someone stole our cheese from the fridge so the cost was bumped up to $17.
Tom managed to persuade me to go to a cave (we had a bad experience in a Nepalese cave which housed a statue of a cow that supposedly produced real milk...the rest of the cave was dark, dank and slippery and felt like something out of The Goonies only we didn't have a flame torch to light the way) but needless to say the Ngilgi caves were much more enjoyable, spectacular even.
The famous Busselton pier. We walked a little way along but then got bored.
Stingray about 2m from the shore!
The last remaining picture of those flip-flops. The next morning we drove to a lighthouse and Tom changed his shoes and somehow left them under the car?
Lush.
Stalactite and stalagmites.
You could lay on a mat at bottom of the cave and this was the view.
We decided that we weren't too big to go through the children's crawl space...somewhat regretted it part way through.
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