Darkschunt 
Monday, April 04, 2005
The Second Day!
We woke up to a day where the weather was on a hormonal cycle - she would be bright and sunshiny one moment and freezingly drizzly the next. And it went on like that the whole day. But it was fun because we got to see a rainbow in the sky! The Duchess has a good picture of that which I will put up when she sends it to me.
Like usual, the three of us overslept! We finally emerged at elevenish, grabbed a map from the tourism bureau across the road, and then off we went!
We drove through loads of country roads and saw lots of nice fat cows (yay!) and a few off-colored sheep and went to a couple of wineries where we sampled wines and I bought this semillon which had this really great taste which I've been looking for forever in wines - it is truly one of the few Tastes Which I Have Been Looking For My Entire Life. I don't know how to describe it, but only to say it tastes like goose to me. Don't ask me why. The perfect goose, I might add. Just ask Jerry Steingarten.
And SweetRhapsody bought wine for Her Own Special Desires and cried over the bitter fact that Jack Johnson was playing in Margaret River on the very same day we were leaving.
Next we stopped at a couple of cheese factories where we sampled loads of yummy cheeses - cheeses with peppercorn, port, garlic and parsley, farmhouse cheeses, etc., etc., etc. The Duchess was in heaven over her favourite dairy products and we bought some cheeses and cows peeked at me from behind the trees!
We also stopped by the chocolate factory but the prices were such a rip-off that we left very quickly.
Next we got a little lost on the country roads while searching for Simo's ice cream factory. But all was good because we got to see lots of beautiful countryside scenes and we kept stopping the car to take pictures. And we also got to see lots of kangaroos for which we also stopped the car for so that the Duchess could take pictures of them! And we finally got to the ice cream factor where we had whiskey and prune, tiramisu and pecan caramel crunch ice cream. But sadly, there were no ice-cream eating emus to be seen anywhere.
Finally, we tore down Caves Road towards Augusta to catch a glimpse of the lighthouse which we tried to find last night in the last dying rays of the sunlight. And when we arrived on the coast, it was gorgeous! We threw ourselves out of the car into the raging wind and took pictures of ourselvevs by the roaring ocean and drove up to the lighthouse - or at least as close as we could get to the lighthouse with that huge fence around it. But the fence didn't stop us from taking a quadrillion pictures with the lighthouse as you will soon see in the pictures that I will soon upload!
Anyway, we roared back to our little Backpackers Inn where I had a smoke and talked to some nice German people (This is a good time to confirm the fact that wherever I go I always meet interesting people while smoking) while SweetRhapsody and the Duchess asked the nice innkeeper man about restaurants. We ended up eating at a Chinese restaurant down the road where our waitress was a nice woman with two blonde braids who looked like she should be working at a Norwegian Viking restaurant rather then a Chinese restaurant and where we sneaked peeks at the kitchen where some rather tasty boys were working hard! Yumyum.
After dinner, we took the car for a little spin around the dark country roads and played Matchbox 20's Rest Stop over and over again because it is such a good song to listen to while driving around on dark country roads. And we didn't know but it was around the same time when the pope died.
After that, we came back to the inn to shower. The older british woman who roomed with us last night had departed on the seven am bus this morning, only to be replaced with yet another older british woman who also spoke to the Duchess about India and was also leaving on the seven am bus the next morning. That bed must be cursed to be slept on by people who are fated to wake up at seven am, the poor things. But this older british woman was much nicer then the other older british woman, and she told us about her children and told us about her life and was impressed by how well we spoke english when she heard us yelling at one another in the showers!
So anyway, we talked her ears off until she was ready to go to bed and that was when we ran off to the kitchen to make tuna on toast and startled backpackers sitting by the window by the toaster while SweetRhapsody ran outside to the car to phone up her darling. I thought of blogging on one of the Internet booth things but decided to be money-savvy (it costs about a dollar for every twelve minutes or so, five bucks for a whole hour) and wait until I got home to blog. Going to bed was a bit of a drama because SweetRhapsody was afraid of the dark and made the Duchess sleep with her and they tried to make me sleep with them as well but by then I was already all warm and tucked up in my bunk and couldn't be bothered to get out and we communicated in whispers which I am sure are loud enough to have woken up our nice british woman bunkmate!
And there endeth the second day!
We woke up to a day where the weather was on a hormonal cycle - she would be bright and sunshiny one moment and freezingly drizzly the next. And it went on like that the whole day. But it was fun because we got to see a rainbow in the sky! The Duchess has a good picture of that which I will put up when she sends it to me.
Like usual, the three of us overslept! We finally emerged at elevenish, grabbed a map from the tourism bureau across the road, and then off we went!
We drove through loads of country roads and saw lots of nice fat cows (yay!) and a few off-colored sheep and went to a couple of wineries where we sampled wines and I bought this semillon which had this really great taste which I've been looking for forever in wines - it is truly one of the few Tastes Which I Have Been Looking For My Entire Life. I don't know how to describe it, but only to say it tastes like goose to me. Don't ask me why. The perfect goose, I might add. Just ask Jerry Steingarten.
And SweetRhapsody bought wine for Her Own Special Desires and cried over the bitter fact that Jack Johnson was playing in Margaret River on the very same day we were leaving.
Next we stopped at a couple of cheese factories where we sampled loads of yummy cheeses - cheeses with peppercorn, port, garlic and parsley, farmhouse cheeses, etc., etc., etc. The Duchess was in heaven over her favourite dairy products and we bought some cheeses and cows peeked at me from behind the trees!
We also stopped by the chocolate factory but the prices were such a rip-off that we left very quickly.
Next we got a little lost on the country roads while searching for Simo's ice cream factory. But all was good because we got to see lots of beautiful countryside scenes and we kept stopping the car to take pictures. And we also got to see lots of kangaroos for which we also stopped the car for so that the Duchess could take pictures of them! And we finally got to the ice cream factor where we had whiskey and prune, tiramisu and pecan caramel crunch ice cream. But sadly, there were no ice-cream eating emus to be seen anywhere.
Finally, we tore down Caves Road towards Augusta to catch a glimpse of the lighthouse which we tried to find last night in the last dying rays of the sunlight. And when we arrived on the coast, it was gorgeous! We threw ourselves out of the car into the raging wind and took pictures of ourselvevs by the roaring ocean and drove up to the lighthouse - or at least as close as we could get to the lighthouse with that huge fence around it. But the fence didn't stop us from taking a quadrillion pictures with the lighthouse as you will soon see in the pictures that I will soon upload!
Anyway, we roared back to our little Backpackers Inn where I had a smoke and talked to some nice German people (This is a good time to confirm the fact that wherever I go I always meet interesting people while smoking) while SweetRhapsody and the Duchess asked the nice innkeeper man about restaurants. We ended up eating at a Chinese restaurant down the road where our waitress was a nice woman with two blonde braids who looked like she should be working at a Norwegian Viking restaurant rather then a Chinese restaurant and where we sneaked peeks at the kitchen where some rather tasty boys were working hard! Yumyum.
After dinner, we took the car for a little spin around the dark country roads and played Matchbox 20's Rest Stop over and over again because it is such a good song to listen to while driving around on dark country roads. And we didn't know but it was around the same time when the pope died.
After that, we came back to the inn to shower. The older british woman who roomed with us last night had departed on the seven am bus this morning, only to be replaced with yet another older british woman who also spoke to the Duchess about India and was also leaving on the seven am bus the next morning. That bed must be cursed to be slept on by people who are fated to wake up at seven am, the poor things. But this older british woman was much nicer then the other older british woman, and she told us about her children and told us about her life and was impressed by how well we spoke english when she heard us yelling at one another in the showers!
So anyway, we talked her ears off until she was ready to go to bed and that was when we ran off to the kitchen to make tuna on toast and startled backpackers sitting by the window by the toaster while SweetRhapsody ran outside to the car to phone up her darling. I thought of blogging on one of the Internet booth things but decided to be money-savvy (it costs about a dollar for every twelve minutes or so, five bucks for a whole hour) and wait until I got home to blog. Going to bed was a bit of a drama because SweetRhapsody was afraid of the dark and made the Duchess sleep with her and they tried to make me sleep with them as well but by then I was already all warm and tucked up in my bunk and couldn't be bothered to get out and we communicated in whispers which I am sure are loud enough to have woken up our nice british woman bunkmate!
And there endeth the second day!
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