Again the boys got back pretty quick from their walk and we
went to Lucky Bay to have lunch, you’re so spoilt for beaches in WA that I
didn’t like Lucky Bay, it had sludge on it. Then I suggested we try the one the
couple recommended; Hellfire Bay is the most beautiful beach I have ever been
on, the sand was like walking on fresh snow, the sea, albeit chilly, was
gorgeous shades of blue and at one end ran a small river which can’t be seen
from the entrance to the beach and I loved it there.
That night I spoke to Marco – still no confirmation from his
mechanic on when the car will definitely be ready but he said I was welcome to
come stay in Norseman, on a bed, with a hot shower. How could I refuse?! So
Friday morning the boys kindly dropped me in town and I got the bus to
Norseman. Marco came to pick me up and took me to the motel he was working at,
sweet little place; I named it the Tardis as it’s huge on the inside and looks
small outside.
That day I had a loooooong shower, repainted my nails (how
girly), met a Scottish guy call Doug who was a covering paramedic from Perth
for a month and Jaci, a lovely lady who Marco had done jobs for.
After a sleep in a proper bed (huzzah!) we went to Norseman
markets (all 6 stalls!), I got my blood pressure taken – normal, then went to
Jaci’s for a really nice chat, tea and biscuits. Afterwards Marco got me and
did some MORE jobs (that guy’s like Norseman’s handyman!). I sat and did a
jigsaw puzzle and had a cup of tea, didn’t finish my tea in time to see Jaci
before Marco got back so we had an hour then went out for a drink with Doug –
Norseman was rocking, 7 people in the pub, couldn’t handle the excitement! It
even closed just after 9, late night party town. We went back to the Motel and
played pool before bed.
Sunday was go day, after doing yet more jigsaw and having a
brew with Jaci we got the good news, it came when eating a delicious lunch
Leigh had made (she also did lamb shank, mash, gravy and veg the night before,
I could have kissed her, lambs my favourite). The car was ready, he was like an
excitable dog, jumping around, hurry, hurry, hurry. I never got to finish the
jigsaw, nightmare!
Got the car about 2, set off (back to Esperance) 3 hours
later, watch out for ‘roos! Marco spent time in Esperance sorting his CB radio
then we found somewhere to sleep for the night. In the morning it was supplies
and off to Isrealite Bay. Unfortunately, due to the delay, we missed the rest
of the expedition.
We started our 4wd after deflating the tyres, the car
vibrated on the terrain most of the day. We ended up seeing a building ruin, in
the middle of nowhere. It was the old telegraph station, interesting to see,
completely abandoned with a log book which we entered our names in and saw the
guys entry who we were supposed to be with. Then we went past the campsite and
Marco got some advise from some Australian’s camped there. 
We eventually got to the beach and had a swim (although I
didn’t follow the rules and get my hair wet). As the day progressed it got
colder and I added more layers whilst Marco fished with barnacles we’d been
collecting earlier. The fish were biting but not big enough to take the line.
It was getting late and the tide was coming In, so we had to get off the rocks
and thusly off the beach as the sea came in and enveloped the dunes. We’d made
a wrong turn and started running out of time. The sea was almost in and the car
was almost bogged. After a swift decision to not go back to the rocks, Marco
reversed and rapidly revved the car through the ever-approaching sea. I wish I
had filmed it, it was something from a 4 wheel drive (4wd) advertisement.
We had made it and I’m sure if I could have heard it, Marco’s
heart would have been going a million beats a second. Off the beach and on to
the tracks, it was getting darker, we made slight progress in the direction we
wanted, eventually, where we stopped for the night. Pasta for dinner, this time
with an Italian touch. Goodnight Isrealise Bay, or should I say “buonanotte”, I
am getting Italian lessons afterall.
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