Rottnest Island:fishing and swimming and cycyling, oh my!
07.05.2007 - 14.05.2007 25 °C
You'll all be pleased to know that we are not still sitting in the departure lounge of Qantas Domestic Airport. Oh no. A mere twelve hours later, we landed in sunny Perth, hopped on the ferry and arrived at Rottnest Island. For those of you uninitiated, it's a sweet little spot about half an hour from Fremantle by fast boat. It's been inhabited by aboriginals, used as a penal colony, played a military role in World Wars One and Two, but now is purely for lucky visitors like us who get to lap up the great weather, beautiful beaches and lack of cars (they're not allowed). It's also the official home of the Quokka - a small, hoppy marsupial a bit like a tiny kangaroo or a possum on springs - which populate the island and aren't at all scary, although one did try to break into our house and my brave husband had to sweep it out with a broom. So manly!
Michael spent the week training for his triathlon in France with frequent and fierce sessions of swimming, cycling and running, with a little sea kayaking for a break. Hah. I, on the other hand, read a trashy book, slept, drank champagne and, when all those girly, glamorous holiday things wore a tad thin, I went fishing. Now, I know this is more than a slight departure from my usual profession of prescribing lipsticks, wrinkle cream and hair gel to devoted marie claire readers, however as the saying goes, "a change is as good as a holiday", and as I was already on holiday, it should have been extra good. And it was. There is something tres caveman-chic about catching one's own dinner - I'd like to think more Racquel Welch in One Million Years BC in that cute little fur bikini than actual neanderthal man, however. Anyway, I was good at it, and most evenings Dad and I could be found covered in fish guts out on the rocks overlooking Geordie Bay. Plus, fish oil is tres anti-ageing so it was a nice beauty tie-in, too.
After a week of living simply in shorts, bikini and bare feet, with fresh fish and lobster for dinner every night, it was hard to get back on the boat to wave farewell to Rottnest (especially since the sea was quite rough that day), but Hong Kong was calling, and who were we to argue with the travel gods. So it was "Seeya Layda" from Rotto and "Jo San" (or Hello in Cantonese) to the fragrant harbour.