After our adventures in Busselton we headed across towards the Cape Naturaliste area and up along the coast road to the tip of the cape. Along the way there are a few lovely beaches and coves and things. We stopped at one lovely little bay and sat on some rocks over looking the water and talked about food, not sure why we talked about food because neither of us were particularly hungry, but its always been nice to talk about the food from home. The area was lovely though. The rocks surrounding the bay were topped with strange looking trees, the waves were battering up on to the beach and there was a lovely breeze cooling us from the sea, it was a really lovely little place to sit and talk about weetabix and rashers and the like

Once we were done here we headed back the road down the coast to the town of Dunsborough where we took in a market and then headed on down towards Margaret River. On the way we stopped in the surfers paradise town of Yallingup (close enough spelling I am sure). The waves here were amazing, scary even. There were guys out at sea getting towed by jet skis into the waves and surfing what looked like 20 foot high waves. Later we headed on to Margaret River and got some lunch. We then took a drive to Prevelly beach and hung out there for a while. I think the water was too rough for swimming, and it was very seaweedy so we just splashed about a bit and then headed off again. Our plan for the night was to stay in one of the many campsites set up in the national park surrounding the area, so we bought some steaks and salad and headed off towards the park. On the way, and we had been very well warned about the chances of this happening once the sun started to go down, we had our first run in with a kamakazi kangaroo. I saw him ahead standing on the side of the road, I knew he was probably going to jump across so slowed down, but when I got to within 20 metres of him he actually went for it, it was unbelievable, I have never seen anything as stupid from an animal (including tail chasing). Luckily I have the reflexes of a cat and managed to reach back into the back of the van, grab my boomerang, roll down the window, aim, and throw it at the kangaroo, killing it and we both tied it to the roof to have for dinner. More realistically I braked hard and the kangaroo ran across in front of us, as we passed on past him (or her) its baby (we named him joe) crossed over behind us falling on his face with the excitement of it all. Whiskeys all round (even the roos) and on we went to the camp site. Cooked up our lovely steaks (beef) and had probably the best nights sleep we had in the whole trip.

The next morning we got up and headed down south wards to wards the end of the cape. A note on the area, if it is needed. This is a massive wine producing region, maybe the biggest in Australia. The whole area is either deserty looking farm land (it doesnt rain here very much), forests from the national park and wine yards. The sides of the road have that very Australian dusty red gragvel at the sides, you can see kangaroos in the fields every now and again too. Its what I imagined driving around Australia would look like, some what. It can be quite like Ireland in places, but dryer obviously