Morning came all too soon and to wake ourselves up we ventured straight to the shower block. Now I realise the very nature of the places we are staying tends to attract the elder of the population, but it is especially noticeable when you work into a caravan park toilet/shower block and are greeted with 7 closed doors and what sounds like carpet bombing inflicted on the Viet Kong during the Vietnam war. One aspect not to missed at the end of this trip.

We walked into the town later that morning and by the old tanker jetty a sea lion, who has made this his residence, greeted us. His name was Sammy and he was a likable creature despite what Gem says. From there we went further into town to the Sunday markets where as per usual there are insane old blokes selling old bottles and rusty tools, Grannies selling jam, honey and knitting, the occasional jewellery and art stand and yep, the mother and her kids trying to sell all the crap the kids don't want to play with anymore, where there is always a pair of rollerblades for sale.

Where these markets were held did seem pretty interesting.The buildings were heritage listed and the outsides were kept as was so if little Brucie's rollerblades weren't cluttering up the place it might have been nice.

Esperance itself is a big shipping port where you can sit on the dock of the bay watching the ships coming in and going out again.From what I'd seen so far I thought the boast of Esperance, Australia's Best Beaches, was a little far fetched.We took a drive along the coast in the afternoon and we found out what all the fuss was about.They were nice beaches but I'm not going to say the best in Australia just yet.

Gem's note: Esperance was nice apart from the really annoying neighbour who took it upon himself to stop whatever he was doing to 'direct' people into their spaces. You can imagine my reaction when we arrived and he huffed at me and said 'for goodness sake you are supposed to be directing him!' I wet myself when I saw Rich's parking after his 'help' and even more so the following day when they tried to leave only to discover the idiot had sunk his jockey wheel in the mud and couldn't go anywhere….Rich knew how to fix it but we kept schtum and giggled away….ahh sweet victory!