Margaret River to Denmark

Cape Leeuwin is the most south-westerly point in Australia. Someone has wisely built a lighthouse here to ensure that sailors have something to photograph as they pass. From land, it looks like this.

My drive that day takes me to Denmark, but not that Denmark. Denmark is a town of about two thousand and gets my vote for the hardest place in Australia to find a place that will serve you a drink. Fortunately, the hostel is lively.

Wayne is writing a novel about time travel but he can’t talk too much about it – you know, too dangerous. He sits in an easy chair in the centre of the common area and divides his attention in the same manner as an automatic sprinkler, telling increasingly outrageous tales. He gets Adrian highly concerned about the Category Eight cyclone that is approaching Broome, a mere two thousand kilometers north. To be fair, it is probably appropriate to equally distribute the blame for Adrian’s unnecessary distress.

Michael controls the television in the common room and chases Wayne out of the room with this selection.

I leave too.

I run into a Dutch cyclist. He shows me his bicycle, which is specially designed to be slower and require more effort than a conventional one. If you are interested, you can place your order at this web site. For five sacks of salt, they will send you one on the next galleon.