Exmouth is a curious place. I can not
decide whether it looks half dead, or half alive. There is plenty development,
tourist places, but barely any people there. Streets look empty. Generous parks
and playground, and nobody to be seen.
Lovely people from the local welding
workshop, who do some work on our car, explain they had three cyclones coming
through, all at a more serious level than the warning system predicted. So the
city of Exmouth was ill prepared from the start and far more damage was done
than should have been necessary. That explains it.
If you travel all the way to the top of the
little tip of the Exmouth peninsula, and drive south again along the coast,
you’ll find more beautiful beaches and great little parking areas where you can
stay overnight.
We have not yet collected enough shells and Pieter is thrilled especially
because we find cowries here. He enjoys taking morning walks with Flickie and I
am sure Flickie loves it too.
We do more snorkeling training in Turquoise
Bay, a drift-dive this time, and I am convinced Peter and Jaap have become
excellent buddies and are ready for the real deal.
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