Rocks that killed the bottom of the turquoise water ...

Australia's south coast is beautiful with high cliffs and beautiful beaches. When we left Denmark we ran into a nice place where there are high cliffs, which killed right down into the water.

Bridge of large stones ...

The waves are thundering over thousands of years into these rocks and built a large "natural bridge".

The high rocks were round and smooth. Polished by water and time ...

Kjell, Jodie and Des on the beautiful cliffs ...

We drove further east and ended after two days of driving in Esperance, which is a nice small town with about 10 000 inhabitants. If you listen to them then this is the best beaches in Australia are.

Turquoise water ...

They work great with turquoise water that rolls up against the white beach. The water is absolutely beautiful turquoise, from the lightest shade to dark, dark turquoise. On top of the blue surf waves white foam as the waves break into the country. The dolphins surfing the waves.

We stood a long while up on a cliff and watched a large group of dolphins who were playing in the water below us. They chased each other, surfed in the waves and jumped around for a long time before they came back out to sea ...

A large flock of dolphins playing in the water far below us ...

We have been in Esperance for a few days now, because we are waiting on deck. It is time to change tires again even though it only was in Darwin that we put on new rear tire on Karin's motorcycle. Probably, we had a soft tire for the time that torn up on the shabby roads here. Mostly, they have not asphalt course this without any kind of sticky asphalt as the adhesive stresses out and then fills the entire surface with the Tumbled stones and hard pack. Good roads but very shabby and they work hard on the tires ...

Kjell mekar in mind, again ...

While we are still on Kjell suited to the ventilkåps gasket on Karin's motorcycle, the leaked bit. We had ordered a new one from Sweden, but when the package came to Australia was no longer behind the gasket. But we could use the old and dense with the gasket seal ...

Sam has a lazy day in the sun, again ...

There is a long jetty (pier) Almost every small town along the coast has a long bridge. This is long and goes in a big arc into the water. This is where Sam lives. Sam is a sea lion that settled over the bridge. There he lies all day in the sun and the songs themselves. He is the city's small eye so all come here and feed him and so has been for many years. Therefore, Sam has been great and pretty strong ...

The beautiful station in Pemberton ...

There is something special about the old railway stations. I do not know if it's because it was thanks to them that people could begin in earnest journey. In all cases tend to be the beautiful old buildings. At the station in Pemberton, it seemed almost as if time has stood still.

Ready for takeoff ...

We got there early one morning and the dew on the grass steamed up between the buildings and created an almost surreal feeling of being back in time. The station is located in the woods and it smelled good from the great Karri trees that grow everywhere here. The steam was standing some distance from the station and in the sunshine looked almost new, as if there any second would roll into the station and pick up passengers.

We drove east in a few days now. Here on the southwestern coast, the landscape is completely different than the ones we run in the past. This is similar to Europe, Sweden ...

Kjell walking among the treetops, 40 feet up ...

In Pemberton, we were on the old railway station and then we drove on to further east and then ended up in the "valley of giants" or as it is called in English "Valley of the Giants". Huge trees. Here grows Karri and yellow and red Tingleträd side by side and they are really gigantic. They have built a walkway up among the treetops, a high of around 40 meters, and it is high ...

Tree Cave ...

When you walk around on the ground between the trees, you feel like a little ant. Most old trees here completely hollow near the ground. Some trees can go right through ...

Natural shortcut ...

An incredible experience to see these giant trees and wander about among those in the middle of a completely silent forest.

Further east and in the end we got so in Denmark. Here we beamed together with Des and Jody again.

Des and Jody in full swing with the evening meal ...

We camped alongside one another and had an enjoyable evening, almost alone in the camp except that in the evening and night of kangaroos swarmed around us.

Our small camp, we are almost alone in the whole camp ...

They come in at dusk and graze grass in the campsite. They are not afraid of people so at night when I was going to the toilet, I almost went into a couple who sat and worked out in peace and quiet ...

Not the world's best picture but I did manage to get a picture of ...

It's cold in the tent. About three degrees, and it's cold. We are in double coats and a blanket on top of us and have our underwear, socks, and our jackets, so we will not freeze. That is, unless you happen to get something off the quilt. We are located close together to not come off with any body part.

Outside it is dark for nearly nine o'clock. We hear the rustling outside the tent and there is probably no animals that come to see if we had left something from the dinner that we ate earlier in the evening. I could hear the snuff around outside the tent. It's probably a dog ...

A giant kingfisher ...

In the morning when we wake up in the tent, it is even colder. It's always coldest just before sunrise. But under the covers, it is hot and tasty and it really takes to go up and make breakfast. But we will up and when we are sitting outside the tent to make breakfast is a boil Burren and follows us with her eyes. It sits just a few feet away, and is not the least bit afraid of us. It just sits there and looks ...

Very long bridge ...

In the southwestern corner of Australia, nature is completely different from the north. This is similar in much of Europe, more and more frequent places, nice beaches and phone network coverage in almost all the time. We drove in the Busselton and looked at what was left of "the longest pier in the southern hemisphere" They are trying to repair it after a cyclone that hit southwestern Australia for about a year and a half years ago, so I do not know if it is far longer, but I know it is long ... It is around 1.6 km long ...

Two seas that meet ...

We have also been in Augusta and looked at where the Indian Ocean meets the Southern Ocean. One can almost see the ocean crashes on the water outside is very restless. It is a beautiful lighthouse at the point where these two oceans meet ...

Lighthouse in Augusta ...

Now we drove north east coast of Australia, we have crossed the north west and west coast, we drove south and now we're driving south east Australia. Slowly but surely we are approaching the point where we came to Australia and if we're lucky we'll be driving all around the yard about a month ...

We have come to Perth or rather, Fremantle (3236 S32 44 598 E115). We live in a backpacker place is an old fire station, located next door to the new fire station.

Old Fire Station Backpackers in Fremantle ...

The first day we arrived, we packed all the things from our bikes and checked into our room minimal. Then we locked the bikes in the street and sat on the alarm.

Rebecca and Max when they left the package are to us ...

Rebecca Tolstoy is a Swedish girl who lives here with her husband Tobias and her son Max. They have been so kind and let us use their address to send packages to. So when we got to the hostel in Fremantle where she arrived with packages. Thank you Rebecca for your help ...

In the evening they came and picked us up and we went out o had a beer together at one of the places in Freo (Fremantle). We had a great time.

Once back at the hostel, we had received a message from one of the firemen at the station next. He did not like that our bikes were on the street but the hostel. We called Sam, as he was called, and when it turned out that he thought they were vulnerable there, so it was better if we set them on fire where there were locked gates and guard all night. So we drove into them behind the fire station and placed them among the fire trucks ...

Fireman Sam and Kjell including fire engines. Thank you Sam ....

Kjell could do a little maintenance on bikes in the fire station yard the day after. He replaced the brake discs front and chain on my (Karin) motorcycle. You could say that it was time for a new trail, the old one had been there over 50 000 km ... The last day to enter the Fremantle creaked alarmingly in the ...

Here we are all gathered in the kitchen, thanks to a nice dinner ...

This Saturday evening we invited home to Tolstoy family to eat dinner with them a bit. Very sweet of them to think of us, and invite home to dinner. We had a very enjoyable evening and it felt good to be in a "home".

Happiness is .... Delicato to shop at IKEA ball in Perth.

Now, we have left Perth again and is slowly on its way south. Since we were set on by Tobbe and said goodbye, and since we went to IKEA and Swedish food was little, we came away a little late. Therefore it was that we just drove to Rockingham (S32 16 471 E115 46 892) just south of Perth, but now we are in all cases on the road again ...

On Tolstoy driveway. Bye Perth ...

Pinnacle ...

Pinnacle, nature's own stone formations in the middle of the desert ...

We are in Nambung National Park (S30 36 256 E115 09 332) and it is certainly worth a visit. On the face of all thin stones that are right out of the desert, you get almost to himself that someone put them in the sand. But this is nature's own works, one of nature's own Ale stones at giant size.

Strange formations ...

They are at the dunes, which over millions of years wind off the sea. There is an almost surreal feeling when you walk around here among the stone pillars, large and small. There are differing views on how they have come to, some think it is old giant trees submerged by sand dunes and then petrified.

Strange they are anyway ...

Others believe that it is simply the sand and compressed under pressure and time incorporated these formations, which now looks up to the surface again ...

Mr J on the Bay Juri long fine sandy beach ...

We've been around and looked a bit on Juri Bay and the beach and the port I guess that dominate this small town. The beach is really nice and even though it is winter you can still swim here.

The Port of Bay Juri ...

It is much fished lobsters here in season for it and it may explain why such a small village has a large port, but it was the lobster fishery as it was to once ...

Once the shock has settled that we ran into friends at Shark Bay, we packed up our stuff and drove south.

The world's oldest life form, in the water, not the bridge ...

We stayed at Stomatoliterna which is one of the world's oldest life forms. They are in a small bay in Shark Bay. There was also an old "quarry" where they cut out the "building blocks" from the ground that although this is hard packed shells and glued together by water, pressure and time.

A snail in "worm crime".

They used these stones to build with and the old telegraph station was built adjacent to these blocks. Still they take a stone and then out of the offense when they need to renovate the old "shell buildings" in the area.

The old telegraph station, surely 100 years used indoor and more ...

From there we drove on to Kalbarri (S27 42 756 E114 10 115) and stayed there for a few days. We drove and looked at the various rock formations and the incredible dark turquoise water that rolls up against them in huge cascades. No wonder that the grits out of the rocks and forming strange formations.

Castle Cove in Kalbarri ...

Natural Bridge and the nearby beautiful ... ..

Driving from Kalbarri to Juri Bay was wonderful to about 25 degrees. It was blowing a bit but it went fine anyway. The landscape changed dramatically, just south of Kalbarri from being barren scrub landscape, almost desert, it was now cultivated land with huge pastures for livestock. Open Landscape ...

How is what he sings. - I feel best in open countryside, near the sea I want to stay ...

And now we come to the Bay Juri (S30 18 199 E115 02 267). A small town 266 km north of Perth. The town came about because of the delicate lobster fishing here. We have only had time to watch a small round on the beach before it got dark.

After a whole day in the saddle, it's nice to find a nice place. When we drove onto the Bay Yuri saw it out well as any small community at any time but when we came down to the sea and camping, we knew we could stay here.

Camping is situated by the sea, the beach. A real beach ... We just could not resist the temptation to take a cabin for 2 nights and sleep in real beds in a few nights ...

We are sitting on a terrace at Nanga Bay Camping and eat supper with Bo Karlsson, his wife and children, Tony, Kevin and Jason. It is a cool but a starry night and although it is not so hot, we sit outside and eat it, we scraped together from our two households. Fish, meat, meat, pasta and salad and some other stuff. One can hear the waves beating against the shore just a short distance from where we sit and eat. Crows caw in the last light and probably talking about one another that it is time to go to bed, but we are bravely left a bit chilly in the evening and talk and talk ...

Imagine running on friends in this huge country ....

Strange how fate sometimes do so to meet people. We have previously reported that we met the Swedes who had links to Vejbystrand. This time we ran into a friend and his entire family on holiday in Australia where Tony originated. The fact that we are at precisely the same time would run in to the Shell Beach and park alongside each other, one might think to be a twist of fate. You could say that we were as surprised everyone ...

Shells that crashed against each other in the lapping of the waves ...

As I said, we are in the Nanga Bay, which lies at Shark Bay. It is a peninsula which has fine white beaches, most consisting of small seashells. The entire peninsula appears to consist of small seashells to trample all over you or run so there are shells on the ground. The whole Shark Bay is part of WWF's list of protected sites. We have about 40 km to Denham and that is where we need to act or to gain acceptance to the Internet so we have been there a few times already ...

The small port of Denham ...

It is a bit worried the weather here on the west coast so we still have set up camp on the campsite and await better weather in Perth. What we heard on the radio has blown a lot down there and the roads have been closed due to rooftops and trees blown down and blocked roads. We have some bad luck for in that the weather is so windy and rainy, so one can not swim or go out to sea to watch whales or dolphins.

Our neighbors at the campsite goa, Des and Jody ...

Kjell have at least been on the lake with our neighbor here at the campsite. Des and Jody as the units have a boat with him and Kjell and Des was out fishing, but many fish, but only one has proven its worth and legal address. So today is the Snapper for lunch ...

Snapper, good ...

When we were down at Shell Beach (Kjell not beach), where we met Bo and his family, we went down and walked on the beach. The whole beach was just shells and when the waves swept over the country so "rattled" in the millions of small sea shells which chafed against each other. Same when you walked on them. A strange feeling when the little shells anchored to each other and are broken to become smaller and smaller pieces that eventually milled down completely and turn into fine white sand in the shells. In some places it is said that the layer of shells is seven feet thick ...

Shell Beach, maybe seven feet thick with shells? ...

Bye Bo, Tony and the kids, fun that we met and had a nice evening together ...

The port of Carnarvon in nice weather ...

It's really bad weather on the west coast of Australia right now. Therefore we decided to stay in the Carnarvon (S24.879487 E113.661118) in each case, one more night. Here it is also blowing in the coming storm, but it would probably calm down in the evening thought Our neighbor who watched the weather forecast on TV. In Perth, located about 900 km south, it would probably be bad weather over the next five days so there's no need to rush there now ...

Blow Hole ...

We've been around and looked a bit here and here are some things to look at. Among other things, we were out on the coast and looked at some "Blow Hole" (S24.48793 E113.412209). There are holes in the ground where the water rushes up the high cascades when the waves hit the rocks a short distance away. There are caves in the rocks and when the waves crash into them pushed the water up through holes in the roof ...

Otherwise Carnarvon is a small quiet town with a few campsites. The whole area here live it well around 7000 people. It was in all cases what Sattori George told us. The first night we arrived at Carnarvon, we were invited home to him and the camp where he lived. He is a janitor at a motor court, where he also lives. It is a short drive from the society itself.

Our small camp at the motor level ...

Kjell and George, thanks for letting us stay here one night ...

The day after we slept with George, we drove first, and watched, OTC Satellite Earth Station Carnarvon, a giant satellite dish antenna that is available here. It has been used by NASA in the United States landed on the moon. Have I not wrong for me, there's a movie about what happened when the landing would follow through this dish at Carnarvon.

This is what I call "satellite dish" ...

Then we were told that we blow out the holes and looked, but fortunately decided that we would drive back to Carnarvon to sleep over at a campsite. It was probably lucky that we have not camped out at the blow holes where there was virtually no wind at all and only the loose gravel to secure the tent in the ...

The stretch between Broome and Sand Fire is approximately 280 km. There is nothing, not a house, not a gas station, not a man ...

It is very desolate and flat here on the west coast. We did not encounter many cars, although it is high season here.

Nothing, nothing and nothing ...

For a while it was so sad that we had to stop and take some fun pictures of Kjell, in various positions on the motorcycle.

Here one can also make ...

Susie lived next door to us at Roadhouset in Sand Fire ...

The stretch between Sand Fire and Port Hedland is about 250 km, and just as uneventful. But the last mile, it became at least a little different with a few small piles that stuck up out of the red soil Karja ...

Yes, they're not giant piles, but it is certainly not completely flat anymore ...