The Southwest

Paralysed with fear
The imaginatively titled, 'Gap'
See the death defying blow holes!

Once we had crossed the Nullabor plain we were back in civilisation and went to a place called Esperance, for a night, and saw the resident sealion just outside our hostel in the sea! Then we went on down to Albany and we went to have a look at some of the national parks and some rocks and cool stuff like that. We had to go and visit the 'blowholes' of course, which involved a risky walk down some steep cliffs and following these very misleading signs that we were sure lead off into the sea to a Harold Bishop-esque death. We found the final sign which marked the blowhole, teetering on the edge of a cliff, and sat there for a while, bitterly disappointed that nothing was happening and that yet again we had been mugged off, so the steep climb back up would be even more painful. Next thing we know we hear a little wave crashing far away and then all of a sudden this blowhole came to life and gushed some of strongest (and loudest, might I add) blast of air up through this little hole and we thought we were going to be sucked in. Cue Nic and I screaming our asses off, yet we were so scared we couldn't even move away from the stupid blowhole for fear of being sucked in! But then we laughed for about 5 minutes straight before being subjected again to the geographical 'wonder' blasting away again and the laughs were replaced with screams. Ok I guess you had to be there, ha ha!