A long journey around Australia
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JL
Sunday, October 1st, 2023 Mulhouse-London We dumped our trash on our neighbors. We hugged, overflowing with emotion. Then Léa from Taxis S showed up. She knows us well. For ages, she’s been our driver. She was practically the official taxiwoman for the trips of the company where Dom and I met. She knew us when we were single! Almost teenagers! She knows everyone and fills in the biographies of people we’d forgotten. Across the street, while we loaded the luggage, S., perched in his window frame, waved a handkerchief. This wasn’t just any trip. Then things got tricky. It’s funny how fate sinks its teeth into our happy moments—there’s this whole intermediate phase where the poison seeps in unnoticed because you’re still in the dark... First, there was a delay on our flight to London. Dom immediately went on high alert, while I stayed calm. In my mind, we had two hours. I knew we had to go from Terminal 5 to Terminal 4, but two hours—come on, that’s plenty, right?

Bad calculation! Because those two hours were between the first flight’s landing and the second’s takeoff. But flights close at least half an hour before departure. Getting from one terminal to another means taking a shuttle bus. We waited for the one going to Terminal 4... until a young guy paid to direct people (who hadn’t seen us) informed us it was no longer possible to access Terminal 4 without going through Terminal 2 first for a connection! That really cranked up the pressure. We started installing a mental countdown with a programmed explosion at the end—guaranteed stress with added beads of sweat. The terminal bus was driven by a young Pakistani guy. We were *so* tense we bombarded him with our frantic, repetitive questions. “So? When are we getting there? What’s happening? Why aren’t we moving?” Our eyes were glued to our watches. The poor guy knew. Perfectly. Because it was obvious—no way around it. We weren’t going to make it. It was impossible. But Dom and I stubbornly refused to believe it. Then the kid stopped the bus. Me, hysterical: “What are you doing? What’s going on? Our plane takes off in... in... 4 minutes!!!! We’re gonna miss iiiiiit!” He wasn’t calm either. “You’ve already missed it!” He explained we had to cross a zone that required an escort car to clear a path through the runways. Impossible to do without. It’s forbidden. We had to WAIT (!!!). Then he got a radio call—he had to rush to Terminal 3 to pick up a passenger who was *super* tight on time. “Amir!!!! It’s RIGHT NOW!” they yelled in his already-red ears, thanks to the complaints of two hysterical Frenchies. Dom and I were in overdrive, hallucinating! We wanted to stop him, maybe even hit him to prevent him from turning around. He picked up the girl, whom we instantly hated like the most despicable witch. I turned on my data, searched for Malaysia Airlines’ number at Terminal 4, called, and actually got someone—quite a feat. A woman cut off my frantic rambling with a blunt “It’s over, the check-in is closed, the plane is about to take off.” I heard her but refused to accept it. I yelled, “We’re coming!” She shot back her monolithic “It’s over.” Finally at the doors of that damn Terminal 4, we ran—*really* ran—a marathon, Gate 6, security checks, pat-downs, “Take off your belts,” we asked questions, everyone seemed confident, we ran with one hand holding up our pants, the other clutching our belt, Gate 6—the room was empty. A girl was sitting there, calmly on the phone. We pounced on her. She calmed us down. Little by little, the light came back. Our brains rebooted. We finally understood it was over. We’d have to start crafting a new plan with the new reality. It started with a return to Terminal 5 to talk to British Airways, which took a good hour. With the same driver as before. We were alone with him. He took the time to apologize, to assure us it wasn’t his fault, that our problem had no solution, that nothing could’ve changed the outcome. At BA, we were exhausted. We were greeted by a handsome young man in a navy-blue uniform with gold stripes everywhere. We could’ve made a scene, but we were just relieved to find someone who’d take charge of our story. It was a minimal response, but it was *a* response. I suppose we could’ve demanded a business-class upgrade or a free trip, but we were just happy with a few vouchers for food, a hotel room with breakfast, and a little bag with plastic toys, a razor, toothbrush, hygiene products, and a T-shirt... Trinkets... But we were fine with it all—we said thank you eagerly because the essential was assured. He found us seats on flights tomorrow. *Tomorrow.* We were afraid to hope! We had the exact same flights but a day later. The same crappy times, but it was all good. We felt saved from the shipwreck, like survivors. - And what about the luggage? - .... !!!!

Monday, October 2nd, 2023 London - Kuala Lumpur

It wasn’t the Ritz, but with exhaustion on our side, we slept well. The continental breakfast was way better than we’d expected from an Ibis Budget. Still, it wasn’t enough to restore my joy for life. The course correction had turned into an arduous obstacle course. I scoured the car rental site every which way. Couldn’t reschedule the car. I’d done it before, but this time... Not to mention the laptop battery was complaining—the Brits have this quirk of making their power outlets incompatible with our chargers. Frustrated, I called them but ended up with a girl who declared herself incompetent and offered to have someone from Avis in Perth call me back—someone who’d supposedly handle rentals better. I decided to wait while taking a bath. Barely settled in, the phone rang. I was soaking wet, of course, and asked Dom to answer. Unfortunately, she’s known for disliking my phone, and in a clumsy move, she hung up. We got annoyed. She put dry towels on the edge of the bathtub, but—another false move—they fell in the water. The phone rang again... I completely redid the plans for the next two days, then transferred the files to my phone to consult them later offline. I plugged in my USB cable... *Plop!* The battery died abruptly—my PC shut down without any of the usual polite warnings! I looked around, hoping to find someone to strangle... Long story short, you can tell the day started under the worst omens. I was in a foul mood and spread my bad vibes to Dominique, who was initially in much better spirits... I called Mastercard, hoping to get a refund for the non-refundable night in Perth we’d already paid for. Same old song: “We’ll call you back”... Then... I’ll cut it short—buses, trains, lots of waiting... We rushed to reach the infamous Terminal 4.



We tried new options and convinced ourselves that a delayed departure flight is unrecoverable, no matter the scenario. We were furious that BA hadn’t bothered to tell us, leaving us to run around like rats in a burning house.

Tuesday, October 3rd, 2023 Kuala Lumpur-Perth

The flight was pretty nice. 13 hours, though. Dom and I were facing each other across the aisle. We could get up easily whenever we wanted without bothering anyone and chat when we felt like it. Besides, their chicken was amazing. They were kind enough to offer Dom a truly remarkable glass of rum. Good movies too, including the excellent *Prisoners* by Denis Villeneuve. At KL, during boarding, we developed a nagging worry about our luggage. We checked with some Malaysian Airlines staff. I sensed their hesitation. They made calls. Then changed their minds, giving us smiles and thumbs up...

Wednesday, October 4th, 2023 Perth

*Happy is the man who, like Ulysses, has had a fine voyage.* Well, for us, it wasn’t that. Finally arrived, we experienced the loneliness of tourists watching the baggage carousel spin, emptying of its precious containers one by one, until only a handful of travelers were left, staring at each other in disbelief. Without luggage, you’re kinda screwed. Not even a change of socks—our feet had been swimming in the same shoes for 3 days. No adapter, so no laptop. No toiletries. We could’ve cried! The lost luggage guy played his part. If you want compensation, fill out the disclaimer on the website made for that. And then, “Don’t worry, your luggage will arrive tomorrow!” “Don’t worry?!” From the start of the trip, we’ve been jerked around, fed lies. Tomorrow is the *absolute* last chance to get them back. Beyond that, we’d have to scramble a whole new trip. And lose a lot in the process! I have no idea how to go about it. Tomorrow... OMG... Tomorrow... We landed at 1 AM. Avis, the car rental place, opens at 6:30. Luckily, we found some decent breakfast. It cheered us up and gave us a second wind. Incorrigible, we started believing again! Well, then we just killed time. What else was there to do?



In front of Avis’s little shack, we were freezing. We’d been there since dawn. The girl who showed up, a Latina, immediately saw us as a nuisance who’d ruin her hopes of a peaceful start. Her face and tone were as unwelcoming as possible. You know us—it ended with hugs. She gave us a gorgeous, brand-new car! A hybrid with ultra-sophisticated features, all buttons you shouldn’t touch if you want to drive this thing without causing irreparable damage! We’re off! Driving on the left is easy at first. You think about it constantly. It’s counterintuitive, it takes effort. It’s later, when you get used to it and confidence sets in, that it becomes dangerous—old reflexes can send you into a wall. Anyway, the car and I immediately clicked.

In Perth, underground parking next to the hotel, friendly welcome—we ended up forgetting all the morning’s mishaps. Should we go sightseeing?

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DO Dolma Globetrotter ·
Your lively, funny, and dynamic writing makes me want to follow your adventure—and that’s exactly what I’ll do with pleasure. Okay, I’m not as big a fan of the photos, but no worries, I can skip them if I want. See you for the next part then! 🙂
JL Jlcro Regular ·
Thanks! We’re off for two and a half months of wandering. Without photos, it’d still feel like a shame. They’re gonna take up more and more space, I think, as the adventure goes on!
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We subscribed to Telstra, the local SFR equivalent, to get decent internet on our phones—especially for GPS. Then we bought our survival essentials: nets, fly-proof hats, bug repellent, and a 25L cooler for areas with no restaurants... We hauled all that to the car, parked on the second floor. Dom said, "We’re walking down!" At her place, that’s not a suggestion—it’s more like "that’s how it is, and that’s that." I followed her, she opened a door, we rushed in, and it slammed shut behind us. It was a trap. A deadly, multi-sensory one. First, there were the ultrasonic sounds—a kind of whistling, like tinnitus but way worse! Sonic torture! Then, almost immediately, the suffocating smell of toilets. Waste accumulated for decades. We ran through every floor—EVERY door was locked, with no handles. Only one hadn’t fully latched. But it was a hair’s breadth away from locking. We needed a screwdriver. I searched. The car keys? Dom rummaged through her bag. Then, suddenly fueled by the critical situation, I used every ounce of strength I had. The door budged a little. That encouraged me—I gave it everything I had, and it gave way. We were free! Hooray! After crisscrossing the city, we realized just how big it was. To cover more ground, we decided to rent bikes. The internet suggested a rental place 600 meters away. I called to be sure. A friendly guy encouraged me to come over. Twenty minutes later, we had gorgeous bikes—without leaving any deposit. Nothing. Not even an ID. That’s when we really grasped we’d entered a different world!

We cycled along Riverside Drive to Heirisson Island—a nature reserve enclave. Strangely, it was completely deserted. Just Dom and me. In the middle of the city. A mystery!

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A house that innocently gets in the way of a duck crossing is attacked by both parents, determined to fight to the death for their ducklings' survival!



Some ibises...



A group of pelicans...



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Cormorants... Mr. and Mrs....



On the shore of the aptly named Swan River lies a swan that’s been strangely strangled. It intrigues us. We get closer when suddenly, Mrs. or Mom appears, demanding answers. She clearly wants contact. Dom and I, thrown off balance, don’t know what to do—except for the cowardly escape on our bikes...









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We had dinner at a Venezuelan steakhouse. It was really good with a Chilean wine. Great for morale—until the bill arrived. When it comes to inflation, the Australians are way ahead...

DO Dolma Globetrotter ·
Yeah, yeah, I get it—this forum really wants photos in travel journals 😕.

I’m not against a few well-chosen ones (really well-chosen) to liven up the story, but in your case, I think it’s gonna be too much for me , no worries, like I said above, I’ll skip and READ.
MO Montagnard74 Globetrotter ·
Hello! I’m also setting off—something tells me Australia is going to be on my radar pretty soon, and recent travel journals here are few and far between 😉 But I don’t get it: why rent a car right away at the airport just to stay in Perth and bike around? Aren’t there rental places in the city when you’re ready to leave?

Quick tip for your journal: The site limits you to 300 photos! Just mentioning it since I gather this’ll be a long trip 😉
JL Jlcro Regular ·
Perth is just a (short) stopover. We’ll be back on the road the very next day. But don’t forget—we’ve got to pick up the luggage first! With a car, we’re totally independent. It’s wherever and whenever we want! For the 300-photo limit, I’ll open a second travel journal when the time comes...
SO Solene40 Globetrotter ·
Now *that’s* a travel journal that’s out of the ordinary, Jean Luc 👏. I’m laughing, I’m loving it, but my eyes are hurting sometimes because the text is so dense—could you space it out a bit so I can breathe 😄?

When I see what’s already happened to you in just 2 days, it promises *very* big moments 🤯. But I didn’t quite get it: is this live or when was it? See you soon, Christelle
MO Montagnard74 Globetrotter ·
Wow, Jean Luc, this is some out-of-the-ordinary travel journal stuff! 👍 But I didn’t quite get it—is this live or when was it? See you soon, then! Christelle

It’s written in bold, Christelle: October 2023 🏴‍☠️
JL Jlcro Regular ·
As Bruno pointed out, it was last year. At the time, I kept a sort of travel journal that I’m sharing here to celebrate the reopening of this site—I was already enjoying it a few years back.
JL Jlcro Regular ·
Thursday, October 5, 2023 Cervantes We slept like we’d been drugged. A really deep sleep. Gotta say, the bedding is amazing—American quality! European Hotel 97 Murray Street, Perth CBD, 6000 Perth, Australia Parking across the street, AC, fridge, central location

2 nights: 278 AUD / 180 € — the place to be! But we wake up so excited we skip breakfast. One obsession: our suitcases. The guys at the airport didn’t call us, not a yes or a no—nothing. I call several times and get a voicemail that’s full. It stresses me out! We drive to the airport and search for someone to talk to. They send us around. “It’s not us, go see Malaysian Airlines,” they say without even looking at us. We’re dying a slow death in marked indifference. We look for the offices. Exhausted and fuming, we go to the airline’s check-in counter where three guys are chatting calmly. After we explain our situation, a guy in the background who overheard the conversation calls out: - What are you doing here? You shouldn’t have come! Your suitcase was sent to your address in Cervantes just 20 minutes ago! - ...Wait, what?! You’re sure?! - I’m the one who sent them! Personally! They’re there, I’m telling you! Dom and I are torn between joy and worry. We don’t know how to take the news. We’ve been told so many lies... We’ve lost trust... Anyway, there’s no other choice but to start the trip north... Destination: Nambung National Park, home of the Pinnacles Desert. At the entrance, a barrier, a booth with a friendly woman. I roll down the window—instantly, a swarm of flies attacks me. It’s a big topic on forums. We’d prepared by getting head nets, but it’s still a shock! They hit every exposed part of your body—everywhere. Eyes, ears, nose... What’s their goal if not to be downright unbearable? The woman explains the park’s rules, the loops, whatever—long enough that I stop listening, too busy fighting off the pests. She ignores them completely and talks to me like nothing’s happening. As for the Pinnacles... Pictures say it better than words!

















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Then we hit the road again toward Cervantes through stunning landscapes. Except for a few emus in the distance, despite the famous yellow signs scattered along the road, we don’t see much wildlife. The kangaroos? We spot them as carcasses picked apart by crows on the side of the road! When we arrive at the motel, we immediately notice our two suitcases sitting in a corner of the reception. Suddenly, an intense mystical experience—we hear a magnificent symphony performed by a choir of hundreds of angels scattered in the clouds. It’s breathtaking! We reunite with our two runaway suitcases like parents welcoming back children who’d been missing for 20 years! The motel is a small apartment. Basic room. The restaurant closes at... 5 PM. I check Google. There’s a lobster place that’s been advertised for miles, making our mouths water... We rush over... Too late... We’ve already checked all the restaurants in the area. Except one. We dash there. Cold room, obviously overcrowded, mostly Asian tourists... But the menu... The wines... Oh my god! It costs the price of a new car, but you don’t regret a single cent!

Then...

Well, we enjoyed ourselves, but then we had to pay the bill. A nearly sleepless night, munching on Maalox, completely wrecked by acid reflux... Damn! Gotta set some limits, though!
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Friday, October 6, 2023 Port Gregory

If you don’t like the beach, if you don’t like flowers, skip this page—there’s nothing interesting for you today. We first stopped for coffee in Jurien Bay. The one at the Motel was instant! Jurien Bay is kid paradise. A beautifully designed seaside resort with playgrounds everywhere, skate parks, piers...





We hesitated this morning. Not far from our route, Lesueur National Park is known for hosting plants that exist nowhere else. But we had a long drive—4 hours on the road... Well, we shouldn’t have skipped it—the park is gorgeous! Pictures...









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We left the trail on a whim after Dominique was overwhelmed by the heat. The car’s thermometer read 40°C, and there’s practically no shade anywhere on the site. It’s unbearable! So we hit the road again and passed a... Rough-scaled skink that escaped my camera. The animal isn’t fast, but braking, fumbling for my camera, opening the car door... frtttt... gone...

A long drive north, then, with some really beautiful landscapes... Without really meaning to, we ended up at the amazing Pink Lake...







We arrive at Port Gregory Caravan Park. It’s a site dedicated to campervans but also rents out plenty of “cabins.” The local boss shows us ours, then bluntly explains there’s no internet, 3G coverage is patchy, and there are no restaurants nearby. Plus, the shops are closed at this hour. Goodbye. Dom and I look at each other. No way we’re skipping dinner. We’re both on the same page. I manage a quick Google search and look for THE closest restaurant. It’s almost dark. It’s 48 kilometers away. We end up in a little dive.

Actually, it’s really nice. People are generally super friendly. We were absolutely blown away by the quality of the meat! It was amaaaazing! Even Dom gave them top marks for the cooking, which is rare.



We drove the 48 kilometers back, thrilled with our lucky find. We’re digesting despite last night’s troubles while gazing at an incredible sky...
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Saturday, October 7, 2023 Kalbarri We had a peaceful 2.5-hour drive listening to early 70s records. Kalbarri, right away, is all about the sea. Tall pinkish-gray cliffs against a blue ocean backdrop. It’s really cool. We explore. Island Rock Lookout

Red Bluff lookout...

We spot dolphins...

We even convinced ourselves we saw whales... We wouldn’t swear on our kids’ lives, but on the lives of a few public figures I’d rather not name—absolutely sure!

We finally arrive at Kalbarri Palm Resort. And there, surprise! Just chilling on the lawn... Our first ones!



We decide to head inland toward the famous Nature’s Window...

It’s a stunner! The geology of this valley is a succession of thin red and pink layers lining the Murchison River gorges. It’s something else!



Let the first one who hasn’t posted THE photo of the famous window on their Instagram throw the first stone!

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