Tom and Pete around Perth

<p>&lt;p&gt;After two days on the proverbial road a real bed did me the world of good and I was feeling markedly fresher. When I emerged from my coma operation bacon sandwich on the beach was soon underway, I had thought about a decent bacon sandwich on many a day in India and using a BBQ on the beach sated my desires. After the grub we went for a wander down the beach on the blustery spring morning. &lt;br&gt;<br>
After meandering down the seafront we moved our catch up on to a brewery on the sea front in a near by suburb. After a couple of brews and a bowl of chips we moved on. The next stop on the tour of Perth was the park, the largest inner city park in the world if I remember right. The park had some interesting art as well as some pretty awsome views of the CBD. We also saw some baub trees that had been brought down from the north but were apparently dying due to being unable to live in the cooler climes. I thought it was a shame as the trees were thousands of years old but on the whim for asthetics by a man they were dying. We moved on from the park and had a quick look around the CBD before going for a drink on the waterfront at a bar called the lucky shag. It turns out a pint in Australia these days costs close to &#163;7-8 which was slightly sickening. After drinks we set our sigths on home via the shops to pick up steak and wine. My first day in Australia was exactly what I had been in need of. <br>
&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; The next day we set off on a trip south of Perth towards the Margaret river. Our first step was to get to Dunsbourgh a few hour drive from Perth stopping in Osterland to pick up some supplies for the trip. It felt good to be on the road in Australia once again and when we reached the pinacle at Dunsbourgh we stopped for lunch and you guessed it, BBQ hotdogs on the beach. The town was so quiet it was strange on the senses, refreshingly so. After chilling out on the beach for a while we decided to move on so we jumped back in the depex car and hit the road again. We ended up a bit further down the coast at a place called Yallingup after some stunning vistas such a road can throw up. The town was situated on a lovely bit of coast that apparentky offered one good surf and the car park looked pretty cosy too. We pulled up and found ourselves a BBQ to cook dinner and cracked open a couple of drinks to accompany our grub. When the temprature started to drop from cool to bitter we jumped in the car to sleep just like old times.
         Unlike Wilson the depex car was not quite comfortable and after a cold and fitful night sleep we were both up by 05:30 to find the car park filling up with avid  surfers. We stayed for a while to watch the surfers and take a few photos before heading off for our next destination Augusta. Being pretty shattered from lack of sleep we found ourselves a cafe en route in some woods and stopped off for a caffine injection. The cafe was a strange place being so remote yet top notch was hard to understand and the odd art around the yard of the gallery next door added to that feel. When we were feeling a little more human we carried on on our trail and didnt get 40 km down the road before we found ourselves in some strangely impressive woods. We stopped for a ganders but I wont try to explain the place you just had to be there. After taking some snaps we headed on on towards Augusta but on the way we stopped at a place called Hamlin bay, which had it's fame from an age ago as a major timber port for the region. It was a great beach and we stayed for a short while to walk up the rocks, which prooved to be  an ordeal as we decided to do it bare foot. We got to Augusta around lunch time and found a bakery and acquired ourselves some pies which we enjoyed on a bench with a view. Pleased by pies we made our way to the pinnacle where three seas met, can't remember which, there was a lighthouse but admission wasn't free so we entertained ourselves ourselves at the calcified wheel down the road. The wheel had been used as a pump but in its neglect the spring water had calcified it into place, there were also tons of rock pools to play in.  We headed back to Bussleton where Pete passed out on the beach while I sat and admired the beach and the kilometer jetty. After a while I broke Pete's slumber so he didn't fry and we went up the beach to get some mint choc chip icecream for the walk back to the car. We stopped off at Preston beach and watched the sun sink below the waves on the horizon accompanied by the usual dramatic hues associated with dusk. When the last rays of te Sun were extinguished by the sea we set our sights back to Perth and in no time we were back at Pete's abode.
By this point, after having heard nothing positive on the New Zealand job front, I had decided to try to push back my flight to Auckland in order to accompany Pete on his grand tour of WA. So the next day we headed off into town in order to find an sta and so began a fairly dull, frustrating and long debacle that left me unsure if I wa staying or going the night before my original flight. To cut a long story short my flights were pushed back and I was set to join Pete on the two week road trip around the deepest parts of WA.