We leave Marvel Loch and head south to Esperance. We stop off in the historic mining town of Kalgoorlie . Population 16,000, the gold rush that hit here in 1893 is still going and this big 'city' is home to the superpit, a man made eye sore that you can see from space. Work is due to end here in 2029 but they have been moving that date back for years. After stocking up in Kal on camping necessities we make the rest of the journey down to Esperance.

Esperance is famous for its crystal clear southern ocean waters that hug the white sandy beaches. Our brief visit meant we saw the peaks of the national park, the not so pink lake and the soon to be replaced jetty.
We head further west towards Margaret river stopping very briefly in places like Denmark- where we indulged in a rawsome burger- Albany- where we got cosy on the corner with a beat boxer, a philosopher, shark fishers and a poi apprentice- and Pemberton- where the trees touch the sky and where the sky kisses the sea.

We arrive in Margaret river with the formidable task we have at hand, trying to find a job. We turn up just as the grape picking season is winding down. So we cut our loses, do a winery crawl-with a chocolate, nougat and cheese tasting thrown in for good measure- and head further north.

We pitch up in one of the free campsites in Donnybrook. That night we meet Christine, Molly and Robbie. The eccentric and fabulous fable telling lesbians and their Maori friend.
After a night of talking trips, tragedy and transgender. A trip that are sure to catch up with again.

We get a lead on a possible job so we call Glenn, a hemp farmer who apparently might have work for us. Unfortunately that's not the case, but he does invite us to a festival he's having at his property. Charlotte and I pack up the tent an head out into the bush with no map, no phone and no clue. When we eventually stumble across the festival we are greeted with security at the door. After lying about working at the hemp farm- Glenn told us to- we drove through and pitched up.

Glitter and neon rope lit the pathways as we tried to navigate our way around this festival. The acts were alternative, the crowd hipsters and the DJ's played house. It was short lived but we needed to start making our way to the mid-west, Canarvon.