Augusta, WA – the end of the earth

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From a late night of partying, we still managed to drag ourselves to the breakfast room for chocolate pastries and orange juice at 945am. Mr. D declared, “I don’t have a hangover – I think I’m still drunk!”

After a hot shower, we felt human again so we jumped into our light blue Hyundai and drove down to Yallingyup Beach. Gorgeous, isn’t it? The blue skies of Oz are always so arresting.

Mr. D wondered, “Why do they call the whole vineyard area Margaret River when the river is way down in the South?” We didn’t find out why but we certainly drove all the way down to the end of the earth.

We found the famous river that is on millions of wine bottles being exported around the world. Since we were pressed for time, this is the picture we got to prove we were there:

Just for kicks, we thought Augusta was just a good spot for some lunch. We had no idea what was in store for us. More sleepy town actually. Mr. D spotted a restaurant that said, “The Last Restaurant Before The Antarctica”. Gotta love that Aussie humour. We didn’t stop there. There was a lighthouse – yay! – a tourist spot for some sightseeing.

Boy, was it pretty. Its claim to fame was that it sat at the point where the South Ocean and Indian Ocean meet. Definitely a picture moment.

Mr. D got us back to Perth City in four hours. We didn’t have a detailed map to find the street his cousin lives on, so he told me to ask a taxi driver to lead us there – and he did, without taking our AUD20 token. There you go – Perth hospitality for you. At Doug’s house, we had another delicious steak dinner and drank the beautiful Mad Fish Pinot Noir Mr. D bought at the actual vineyard that same afternoon. I was satisfied and ready to head home.

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