Denmark to Busselton

Western Australia continues to impress.  I can't believe this place hasn't been overrun - every beach is better than Bondi.  It took us four days to travel the 120 km from Albany to Walpole because there were so many beaches that required extended stays.  Moving on wasn't made any easier by the fact that every time we looked out to sea there were whales jumping fully out of the water and playing with each other.  Seriously.  That shit is not normal.

Elephant Rocks

Greens Pool

Peaceful Bay

Shelley Beach

Just another beautiful beach

Even on the road, there are plenty of sight to keep us occupied.

Fruit and vege stand...apparently the honor system still works here

Why did 300 cows cross the road?  To get to the other side!

Then again, maybe the place hasn't been overrun by tourists yet because of all of the signs warning you of impending doom.

Shit will kill you

In case you thought the danger was hypothetical

At the moment, we're staying in an old railcar in Dunsborough, which is pretty pimp accommodation, especially since it comes with chickens.  Frankly, it's just nice to be in one place for a few days...with heat...and a flushing toilet.

Railcar kitchen

Railcar bedroom/lounge

Railcar chickens

We're really enjoying the area, which is good since we're planning to return sometime in September to live for six months while we pop out this youngun.  We've been walking and cycling all over and rode our bikes to the appointment with the obstetrician who will attend the birth in case of emergency today.  Similar to the midwife in Ceduna who suggested it would be no big deal for Eric to deliver the baby in the back of the van, he was very laid back.  We asked if we could continue travelling until 30 or 32 weeks, and he said we were being too conservative and could feel free to keep trucking until 36 weeks.  Funnily, the front page story in the paper today was about a couple whose baby was delivered by the owner of the caravan park.  It's probably because their doctor told them there was no rush to settle down!  At least it's more in line with our childbearing philosophy than the doctor in Adelaide, who would have had us incarcerated if we walked into his office with bike helmets.

Tomorrow we have the big scan where they tell you what flavour of baby you're having, which is pretty exciting, and then we'll hightail it north for some warmer weather.  I can't wait to get into some of those flowing sundresses that have been moldering at the bottom of my duffle bag for the last few months...