A few people on my trip showed me selfies with a quokka and it went on my must do list. You find them on Rottnest Island and get a half hour ferry across from Fremantle. Packed my bike, parked it at the terminal and jad to take all my gear over as there were no lockers on the Fremantle side. This is the only schlep of riding a motorbike ie varting gear about. Left my tent etc on the bike and put my trust in humankind.
Rented a bike, stowed all gear in locker and after a coffee and a croissant (amazing not putting on weight) went quokka hunting. Asked binman where to get them. He said they’re nocturnal plus it’s their mating season, so they’ll probably be tired and passed out somewhere under a bush, BUT there’s always one or two at the cafe. Liked the sign to the store
And a fleeting glimpse of one
Went hunting some more on my horse. This one doesn’t have cruise control
And that is my only visual on Perth Tip: it’s on the horizon
Although I’m superfit sitting on my bike all day, after 5km just had to go for a swim
And joy of joys, hot from cycling took tshirt off and there they were! I think the apple in my mouth could’ve encourage them to climb over me!
And then I felt a little uncomfortable when the kissing started cause it’s mating season, but all good and everybody just friends
Got the ferry back a happy man! Got my selfies. Travelled south to Yallingup, a beach spot and booked into Caves caravan park. While I was pitching my tent at 6.30, heard live misic from the pub across the road. Hurried over where The Milkmen were playing. Lead singer’s mum is from Zimbabwe. Just released their first album and had a great meal with Coopers and rollie in tow. Life is good!