After a hard weeks work, Rutchi, Jenna, Trevlyn and I had planned to take off early Friday to catch the last ferry to Rottnest. For that we first had to get to Freo though. As I was sitting waiting in the office waiting lounge for Jenna and Rutchi, my lovely coworkers decided to tell me about Pinky beach – a must see in Freo. Knowing not to believe a word these guys say, I crossed Pinky beach off my list of things to do while in Australia.
Once the two girls came round the corner we were off to Subi station to meet Trevlyn. We just about made our train with a good effort in running stairs with heavy bags without losing anything. On the train we were filled in by the locals on where the ferry terminal was and what a ride we were in for. Thinking that nothing can touch us, we first went to the E Shed Markets to have a bite to eat. E Shed Markets reminded us rather much of Blackpool – cheesy and cheap. There was a guy playing a keyboard and I was beginning to wonder if the musicians actually had to pay to be allowed to play in such classy establishment. Rutchi and I found out about half an hour later that sweet crepes and big waves do not go very well together. It was a heck of a bumpy ride and we made good use of the paper bags that were handed around on board. Trevlyn and Jenna did not feel like joining our pain.
On the other side we left our bags in the hands of the capable baggage handlers and made our way to our little hut, unti 503 of the Bathurst in the Settlement on Rottnest, or Rotto as called by the Aussies. Rotto is just off the coast of Freo and is something like an island getaway from the big island. From what I was told, it’s the party place. Of course, it was somewhere on top of our list of things to do. Our coworkers had told us though that September should be better to go because the weather will have improved. Little did we know that September 08 was actually going to be one of the wettest Septembers in Western Australia.
After our bags finally made it to our unit about an hour later, we went off to find something to eat and drink. During our walk we saw our first quokkas – rat like maruspials – thus Rottnest or Rat’s nest. Trevlyn and I thought they were rather cute while Jenna and Rutchi were over the quokkas after about 5 of them had crossed our way. I was also scouting out trees – Rottnest has some awesome trees to climb in.
The only place that seemed to be open on the island was the Waterside. We ordered our food and finally some beer and decided to sit on the patio. The wind was pounding the patio walls – some plastic sheets. We were people watching and apparently too close because while we were watching one skinny girl trying to attempt to move a heavy wooden bench her guy friend (I wont make assumptions here) decided to tell us “you were young once too”. Angrily we ordered another round to drown our sorrow of old age. Once the kids had moved, we decided to take over their table which was closer to one of the patio heaters. The bouncer – who by the way also did not feel the need to check our ID (that’s what public accounting does to you!) – did not want to move the heater to our nice round table. So we occupied a longer one with more space. That meant that it was relatively easy for others to join us. One girl – called Caramel or something like that – came over rather quickly and joined us. She must have been 16. She also called over her friend Matt who then called over his friend Beverly and soon we were surrounded by youngsters. *here goes a censored section*
After Matt and Beverly had buggered off, we were joined by some other rather cute guys who were closer to our age (thank god!) They invited us to a 21st birthday party the next night for their brother. *there be another censored section*
After we had had enough for the night as we were rather tired and felt really old, we went back to our little house and made our way to bed.
