I love surfers.
I love everything about them and their culture and sport. My trip to Western Australia brought me back to my teenage years when all I wanted was to live by the beach and be in the water everyday….who am I kidding…I still want that.
I have a thing for surfing. Which is weird because I’m from Canada…not the coast where there is a potential for surfing, but from Ontario…the part of Canada no where close to an ocean, or even to waves remotely surf-able. I think my love for it all came from my summers being spent at Sauble Beach….closest thing to an ocean Ontario would get. I had pictures of surfers, beaches and the ocean on my walls of my bedroom at my cottage and imagined having little blonde surfer babies when I grew up.
It’s amazing how some hopes and dreams get bogged down as you get older and how it only takes one moment for all of those past dreams to come flooding back.
The first round of holidays here in Australia have just come and gone and during them I took a trip to Western Australia…in particular to Perth with a few day trips centred from there. We took a trip down to Margaret River and as soon as arriving in the little town I knew I would love it. We explored around a little bit and the eventually found our “resort”…which was actually a little surfers hostel just across the road from the beach. As it turns out Margaret River was hosting a surfing competition for the week/weekend that we were there…unfortunately there was no surfing going on the day we arrived but we could still walk around the venue…and there were a few surfers out in the water. I spent a good amount of time snapping pictures and just enjoying the peace that a beach and ocean give me.
After Margaret River (and a bout of Gastro that Simon had to endure) we drove back to the city and I explored while Simon recovered. The next day we took a ferry to Rottnest Island and explored by bike and rented some snorkel gear. We also signed up for a trip out on a boat to find some off island snorkelling areas. When we got to the destination our guide mentioned that there was an Australian Sea Lion sighted and that we might have a chance to see him in the water…well my animal loving eyes found him straight away and off we went into the water to play and swim with him. Seriously one of the most amazing moments of my life…I could have reached out and touched him, that’s how close I was. Unbelievable.
After our adventure across the island it was back to Perth on the ferry and my turn for Gastro. Awesome. My last day on vacation in Western Australia was spent in our hotel room bed, not being able to move. Oh well…Simon got to explore and he took some pictures to share with me.
All in all it was an amazing trip, regardless of all the vomiting, and I would highly recommend to anyone to take a trip to Western Oz.
~ Hugs and Love ~