Some photos of our mini holiday to Rottnest Island on Saturday 27th December 2014:
The ferry carries hundreds of hire bikes. The only vehicles allowed on Rottnest Island are utility vehicles for the upkeep and maintenance of the island. And buses to bring tourists around.
One of the Rottnest Express ferries, seen from our ferry.
Full past capacity on the ferry. The journey takes 30 minutes from Fremantle to Rottnest Island. Distance is 20km.
My first smiling Quokka. They are known as the Happiest Animal On Earth. Yes, they really have a sweet smile and an inquisitive, friendly nature.
Inside one of the main provisions stores on The Settlement. Make sure you load up on water (extremely important as drinking taps are far and few between, and it’s very, very warm out on the tarmac) and other essentials such as sunscreen, insect repellant, sunglasses. And buy a packed lunch before you set off on your bikes, as there are no other shops on other parts of the island.
Adult Australian Raven in a tree. I’m going to research and write about Ravens next year…especially the difference between ravens and crows.
The waters are really that clear, and really that gorgeous colour.
Standing in the cool water. Ahhh bliss!
Me and the Kid in the water. There were loads of boats moored around us. And this was just one of many coves on the island.
Another cove, and more boats.
Panorama of a dried up lake showing crystalline salt deposits.
Close up of salt crystals on Pink Lake.
Board explaining how pink salt is formed.
We will not let this hill defeat us. We will not let this hill…oh what the heck, let’s just get off our bikes and push them instead! On the way to Oliver Hill Gun Battery.
All that way just for a big gun!
And tunnels. I love tunnels.
The Lighthouse, which we didn’t quite get to…on account of it being on a hill. And our hire bikes only had 3 gears, 2 of which didn’t work. Maybe next time…when we get electric bikes!
Back to the Settlement for more water and food. This is the island’s resident peacock on his perambulations. Fearless of humans, unless they’re children chasing after it.
Here’s Mr Peacock again, in a better light.
The Kid standing next to our hire bikes.
Round Two after lunch. Heading clockwise this time. Henrietta Rocks. She really does.
Panorama of Henrietta Rocks.
The Shark shipwreck on Henrietta Rocks.
Jack aka The Kid in the hole. Henrietta Rocks. You can see the Shark shipwreck sticking up out of the water behind him.
An unprecedented first. A Selfie! I never knew my new Samsung Galaxy Note 4 (hubby’s early Xmas present to me) was capable of taking great selfies without the need to become a contortionist 😄.
Another Selfie! The whole family together.
The Kid and hubby on the rocks. Henrietta Rocks, to be precise. Shame we didn’t have our bathers, the waters looked so inviting.
Board explaining Henrietta Rocks and the Shark shipwreck. When we were there someone was actually snorkelling around the shipwreck.
Next stop, Parker Point. Here I got waylaid by a very cute and handsome Quokka, who led me into the trees where 2 of his mates were waiting. Okay, it’s not what you think…
This is what my Quokka boyfriend needed. A good drink of fresh water. There were several of these cut-off bottoms of plastic bottles lying around, so I filled one up with water. And 2 quokkas came to get their fill.
It was a blisteringly hot day, even the bitumen was melting under my shoes, these poor guys would have been really suffering.
My 2 quokka friends sharing the same water bowl.
Steps down to Parker Point. By this time we were all so knackered we decided to forego the pleasure of a step workout. So instead, we cycled back to The Settlement in readiness to go home. Boy was it a long ride back! Up, down, up, down…definitely electric bikes next time!
So here we are at Aristo’s Bar & Restaurant, cooling our feet until the 1825 ferry back to mainland Australia. Well no, once again we’ve been upstaged by yet another super cute Quokka.
Joke: A Quokka walks into a bar…
Oh, he got ejected soon after. A waiter picked him up by his thick rat’s tail, dropped him outside the bar and closed the door. Poor lil quokka. All he wanted was a drink.
Our ship has come in. All in all, it was a good day. Tiring, hot and sweaty, lots of flies, lots of exercise, litres of terribly expensive but totally essential and all-important bottled WATER. But I’m in love with Quokkas now and looking forward to another trip to Rotto next year.