Whilst in Exmouth we swam with an eight metre female whale shark. We had a quick briefing beforehand, with rule number one being: Nobody is to attempt to ride a whale shark. Not that disappointing for me; I was far more concerned with attempting not to get eaten.
Conor and I spent the last week on holiday in Exmouth (pronounced ex-mouth), which is around about here.
Highlights included swimming with an eight metre whale shark; not being eaten by an eight metre whale shark; cracking sunsets; a giant prawn; beach suppers; star gazing; and not hitting any kangaroos in the car. Lowlights included a cracking jellyfish sting, but the less said about that the better.
Yesterday I tried Orgran's alternative grain bread mix, with pretty pleasing results. It was ridiculously easy, and so nice to be able to eat bread hot from the oven. The standard loaf is pretty boring, so next time I'd add a bit of salt, and some nuts/seeds/dried fruit. Overall much more satisfying than buying supermarket GF loaves.
This morning I got up at the crack of dawn to do the 2XU Women's Triathlon. Despite two people swimming over me (apparently this is pretty standard triathlon behaviour), I am still here to tell the tale.
On Friday night we saw a Trust, a modern dance interpretation of the Global Financial Crisis, in German. And yes, it was every bit as dreadful as it sounds.
Luckily the weekend improved dramatically after that. Firstly, it turns out that the chances of getting eaten alive by sharks is dramatically lower if you don't even get in the tank, which is funny. On Saturday evening we had a BBQ by the beach with some pals, and Smitten Kitchen's cauliflower tart.
Today I made a black & white cake, and thrashed Conor at Scrabble (for the second time ever in my life).
How did six days go by so quickly? Our last day in Melbourne consisted of an acer-than-ace breakfast at Proud Mary, a walk through Fitzroy Gardens (and a glance at Australia's oldest house), shopping on Brunswick St, a drink at Grace Darling followed by supper at GigiBaba (with Chris and Julia from Masterchef, don'tcha know).
Melbourne made me feel very homesick, perhaps because it's quite like London. Since we got back I've been repeating my new mantra frequently: Perth has better beaches than Melbourne. Perth has better beaches than Melbourne. Perth has better beaches than Melbourne. Perth has better beaches than Melbourne.