Perth. We are met by Lewis at the airport fresh off the plane from Malaysia. We stay in the beach side town of Scarborough. Mornings we're spend scouting the internet for jobs, afternoons scuba diving in the pool and weekends at the Fremantle markets.
When Sara arrives from Sydney we take a trip to the pinnacles and a glimpse at some of the earliest life on earth.
2 weeks in and we leave for Marvel Loch. Population 36. 400kms east of Perth. A miners town in the middle of nowhere, neither here nor there the gay pair having to hide their affair to avoid the stare from the men with the unwashed hair who shoot the hare and whatever other pest they detest keeping their crops at their best while the rest of us March to the mess. There was a don, a recluse, an alcoholic, a south Londoner, a murderer, the lonely and the loony.
The days were long, the shifts too short and the room claustrophobic. We got to see our first skimpy....and tumbleweed. We drove to hyden, drove a quad on a motorcross track, drove parallel to the longest man made fence in the world- soon to be the second if Donald trump gets in power and makes that fence at the bottom of America to stop the Mexicans getting in, let's hope that isn't the case- shot our first riffle and shot gun, which flung us both back in the air.
There was pokey, hillbilly and Harry- who wants to build a factory of love and hope on his newly owned land.
Our time was short there. 5 weeks. A small town with big memories.