Happiness Is The Road
DAY 339 - YALLINGUP TO MANDURAH - HOONS
Mandurah, Western Australia
We once again awoke in Yallingup to the jet roar of the ocean. After brekky we left Yallingup. On the way out we stopped to have one last look at the bay and the huge cresting rollers coming ashore. We have really enjoyed our stay in this gorgeous, wild and rugged place of love. We headed down the road to Busselton where we had a mooch around to the jetty on the foreshore and then did some food shopping in Woolworths. We then hit the road again travelling north in the direction of Perth. It had started raining now and we made our way through the spray on Highway One with a short detour through the big trees of the Tuart Forest National Park. We had originally intended to stop the night in Myalup, on the coast about 70 kilometres away. We didn't stop here though as we didn't like the look of the caravan park. The whole of Myalup and the caravan park were deserted and we weren't getting good vibes. Our gut feeling was to go, so we did. We had a quick look at the beach and then left instigating our plan B which was to stop at the Martins Tank Lake campground in Yalgorup National Park just a bit further up the coast. A sign at the road leading to it stated that it was closed until June 2013. It was now September of course so we hoped that they had just forgotten to remove the sign. We therefore trundled up the dirt road for five kilometres to the campground entrance only to discover that it was still closed. This was disappointing as I had read that there were kangaroos and emus in the park. We were obviously not meant to stay here so we had to conjure up a plan C. It was decided that we would stop at Mandurah. Before going back to the main highway we drove the short distance from here to Preston Beach and had a look at the beach. As at Myalup it was deserted and the beach stretched off to the horizon in both directions. With clouds still looming overhead neither of these beaches looked as good today as they had done when I had last visited them back in October last year. On the way to Mandurah the clouds started to clear making way for more and more blue sky and sun. The weather was lovely by the time we reached Mandurah which is only about 80 kilometres from Perth. On the edge of Mandurah we saw a road sign which said 'LOCAL POLICE ARE NOW TARGETING...HOONS'. Good news as we'd been erratically overtaken today by loads of tosser hoons in their ridiculous pimped up 'utes. We've seen signs similar to this loads of times on our travels but normally the police are targeting seat belts or speeding. The word hoon is used to describe the brain dead louts that take part in street racing, burnouts, skidding and drifting in their ridiculous vehicles causing excessive noise. The caravan park was in a residential part of Mandurah on a main road. The facilities were great and a random hen clucked past to say hello. It was also lovely and quiet.... that is until after dark when the hoons came out to play. One of them must have lived at the caravan park as we couldn't fail to here the growling and snarling of his 'utes engine as he headed out. It sounded like we were staying the night in the middle of a grand prix circuit! There was no hoon targeting tonight. Not a single siren could be heard over the screeching, revving and wheel spinning. The roar of the ocean had been replaced by the roar of hoons!