Perth, Western Australia
Well, it's been a few days since we got home, and not once have I been able to sleep past "check-out time".
Jo and I awoke severely hungover on Friday morning, intending to climb a mountain, only to drive as far as we could get, and give up on the 3rd stair. Never have I felt so dizzy than when attempting to do anything that morning.
We did manage to put it aside for the blowholes and lookouts in Albany. Which, I am embarrassed to say, are extremely terrifying...