No one ever forgets Monkey Mia. The tiny town on the shores of Shark Bay is famous for its dolphins.
Dolphins that swim up to greet you, bump your legs, splash you and, let’s face it, laugh at you. After a day with the dolphins you can easily imagine them trilling, in chorus, ‘so long and thanks for all the fish‘.
For more than forty years the bottleneck dolphins have been visiting and interacting with us, and we still don’t know why. Maybe they just like to play with us, as we do with them.
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Rottnest Island is a special destination for interstate and international visitors. The whole island is a Nature Reserve of indigenous flora and fauna, including the curious Quokka, and no public vehicles are allowed.
You never find me at home in the first week of December. I’m up in Ballarat. My grandparents used to take me, way back in the 1950s, for Nana had a particular tie to the town, her grandfather was there, at the barricades, in the bloody days of the Eureka Stockade. I still attend the annual remembrance of the only armed uprising in Australian history. White history, that is.
Australians have a tradition of spinning yarns. The stories are, of course, all true. Mostly.
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