Coral Bay

I’m staying in a caravan park. There. I’ve said it. I’ve been trying not to think about what I knew deep down to be true, but when I decided to go swim with the whale sharks, there wasn’t a lot on offer and sometimes you have to take what you can get. I’ve been suppressing memories of Mandurah for a good forty years now, and finally I come full circle. Oh well. It’s worth it to be in Coral Bay, although for $200 a night I usually get a whole lot more in the accommodation department!

This is one place where my meticulous packing list and perfectly assembled travel outfits do absolutely no good, although on a side note: I’ve finally nailed it after all these years. I could walk down the street in trackie daks and uggs, nay – a onesie – and no-one would blink an eye. But that is somewhat refreshing and probably just what a highly-strung, comfort loving, reluctant traveler like myself needs right now: a place where no one gives a damn.

In all my planning, the one thing I neglected to do was check a map about how to get to Coral Bay, foolishly assuming that my mobile phone would get me through on arrival. Oh no, sugar – this is Telstra country. Your Optus account is no good here. So I decided to wing it, and fortunately when you head out of Learmonth airport there are only two ways you can go: Exmouth or Coral Bay… and here I am perfectly relaxed after making a beeline for the only bottle shop in town 🙂