Had a bit of difficulty getting photos in, so I could't afford to write much. So I'll continue 6th october. I now understand why people complain about the trains. The screching got me out of bed at 5.45. Beautiful day again so we took a local bus out to Kalamunda, it took about an hour, then found the beginning of the Bibbulman track which winds 1000 km to the south coast. Unfortunately, because of K's sleeping habits, we only managed about 5. It sounded like the jungle on tv, and lots of parrot looking birds were flying around. After a very slow 2 hours we stopped beside a river with a small waterfall and had our picnic. It was cloudy then, otherwise it would have been too hot. I cooled my feet off in the river hoping there were no crocs around. The views were fantastic, we were fairly high and walked down into the valley which was full of vegetation, flowers, plants and trees. There was lots of evidence of earlier fires. On our way back we met a lovely collie who's name was Bolo. He was mistreated as a puppy and kept bolting off. He refused to go past us until his owner came back to fetch him.

Wednesday 7th I think I'm dead but I'm not sure if I ended up in heaven or hell. My skin is burning but I've been to paradise. Thank you "honkitonk woman Aila" for the tip. Paradise is an island called Rottnest. To get there you take a boat down the Swan River to the coast, which is a lovely trip, then out to sea, which is a bit rougher but only takes 30 min. On the trip we met Mr Kwang Hui, a retired engineer, and his wife, from Malaysia. They were visiting their daughter and grandson. He got on fine with K, but there must have a language problem as he was convinced that K owned a bicycle factory in Sweden???? However he gave us some advice on how to live our lives.
There are no cars on Rottnest so we hired bikes and cycled round the whole island. We saw the ospreys (fiskjuse) but not the whales. The water is different shades of blue and green, including the colour in my bathroom, the sand is white and the cliffs are high. Bit of a panic when it was 90 min before the ferry went back and we had no idea where we were and thought we would have to cross the whole island to get back to the boat. We decided we were fairly close and had something to eat. On visiting the gents after his meal K realised that it was the same one that he visited that morning when we got off the boat. That was a bit of a relief. Popped into Woolworths on Murray Street for a bit of shopping on the way back. We are finding our way around now. I always went the rong way for the fist 3 days and was about 45 degrees out when asked to point out north our south.

Thusday was a long busride. First we visited the ancient city of York then past a few other places to Wave rock which was worth the long ride. On the way back we stopped at the woman's institute in a town of 18 inhabitents for aftenoon tea. We got off the us (I think there was 32 of us) and went into the village hall. There was this gigantic table, it musy have been reinforced with concrete cos it was packed with plates. On three plates were sandwiches, on the other 72 (approx) were cakes of all descriptions and sizes. There was great confusion as we all screamed and dived for a plate. After about 15 min there was only a few sandwiches left. Talk about value for money. I should describe the mile after mile of straight roads, hardly any traffic, the rolling fields with a few trees here and there and the tiny settlements at crossroads like from a western film but I'll try and get ome pictures next time.

Friday we went to look at the sunset in Fremantle but it was cloudy. Bought a hat and flykiller in preparatip