Blowholes / Carnarvon
We are back on the road, a long way to Shark Bay lies ahead. Ca. 750 km, we intend not to reel in a day. Carnarvon is called the preliminary stage destination, where we take the intermediate station and fill up our stocks do.
On the way we make a detour to see the blowholes, a point on the wild, windswept coast of the Middle West, where erosion has eaten holes in the cliff crown. When the storm the waves against the rocky pressed, water flows under the rocks and sizzles with tremendous pressure from the holes. A roaring and hissing spectacle. is also next to the blowholes's damn wildly to and fro, unceasingly, the windswept giant breakers crash against the rock cliffs, where the broken bodies of water in houses high Gischtfontänen in all directions. We treat ourselves after the long drive and a trickling relaxing shower at the cliff edge!
is not quite as relaxing's on the back or further way to Carnarvon to and fro. We must in fact the end of the fuel reserves of fear, even before we reach the city limits. Somehow we made the somewhat inaccurate fuel gauge our companion astray, although, according to the experience of previous habits figures it should have enough problems. Although not life threatening like can you imagine the situation is not better to get stuck with an empty tank on the roadside and Saturday evenings to somehow have to muster makeshift diesel. The fuel gauge is on "completely empty" and we expect every moment of that infamous engine stuttering during the last drops of oil pass through the nozzle until no longer existing diesel combustion is the driving machine shall be finally paralyzed. But suddenly at the end of the horizon the saving semi-circular-shaped and bright yellow board on: SHELL! . Dry as a martini of Landi rolls before the pump, whereupon the driver's nerves relax immensely.
's carefree rolling again to the Town Centre for procurement. It's Saturday night, about 19.30 clock and we stroll through the supermarket as in an ordinary week! No wonder you gradually lose the sense of times of day and day of week. The next day, the diesel tanks filled up and pushed for a large amount of dollars on the table. Carnarvon deserves a place not really a special mention. However, it is "banana capital of Australia. More than half of all bananas consumed on the continent comes from Carnarvon. Around the city is nestled wide and deep green fruit plantations, banana shrubs, mango and avocado trees, vines and tomato plants. Reason enough, an "organic" " to control and are free from the farm a few pounds to buy vitamins, before we continue our journey to our destination "Shark Bay".
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Shark Bay / Cape Peron / Monkey Mia
The next morning we arrived in Denham, Shark Bay, capital of the region and starting point for colorful Francois Peron NP and the world famous Dolphin Resort, Monkey Mia. At the same Denham is the westernmost settlement in Australia. On the way up an old telegraph station is "Hamelin Pool," which we a short stop over pay. Apart from the fact that this place is reminiscent of times past from the averaging technique, the ruins of this plant are one and all Shell blocks. The coastline and the beaches here consist of billions of shell particles. Millennium of erosion by chemical particles have been washed from the shells, so that the original release-grained surface was compacted cement-like and rock hard. Lack of other building materials such as wood or stone, they started to build the structures of shell blocks. Furthermore, the area around is interesting because of the Hamelin Pool is located on the coast of stromatolites. Each Stromatolite - a kind of stone from the sea growing body - Consists of millions of cyanobacteria. These bacteria are descendants of cyanobacteria, which have from about 3.5 billion years (!) Actively participated in setting up the Earth's atmosphere. That means we can breathe today, we owe only the ability of cyanobacteria, which split the water molecule H2O to thereby release the vital oxygen.
Today, 9.12.2008, we want to F. Peron NP "exkursieren. Behind Denham branches off a sand road that leads by about 55 km across the bush to Cape Point. In between, there's every now and then stitch a narrow path to the coast. In "Big Lagoon" we turn off and land at a marine lagoon in all the blue- and turquoise lights in front of him. Ideal to stay and enjoy the afternoon. Setup "Pergola" and long legs! :-)
day after, we head to the Cape, the 4WD track is becoming "redder" and at the same time, the sand proves to be more soft. With pressure on all fours, digging our vehicle forward, left and right shows the nature of the whole range of beautiful earth tones which combine to form a luminous unity. At the Cape Point is once again strapped on the backpack and made a bush and coastal walk. A 6 km long road leads to a lookout, from where will be watching dolphins and manta rays in the Shark Bay. And promptly if we are lucky: a flock of dolphins, a manta ray and a ray-Shark (a kind of mixture of Manta and Shark) cavort near the shore. Once again, fascinated by the biodiversity we sit there and enjoy the so-eventful calm that radiates the scenery before us.
rolls After relaxing bush walk it loose and fluffy sand back over the route to Denham, where you go to sleep job search. The shore of a magnificent lagoon has to be formally. Drumrum once and then it happened: the box is sinking in the deep soft sand. Despite four-wheel and gear are scraping the "rear end" deeper and deeper into the fray. "Rien ne va plus" or "shit happens"! The handle to the blade can be avoided no longer, and the sand on which the car is stuck has to go. Active help locals ever online can not last long in coming. Together, all tubes are practically bled to zero and in the "saddle" (a short push forward gas, gas blow back, etc ...) unrolled our mobile dwelling slowly groaning from the trap. The likeable Aussie even helps with the inflation of the tires and enjoy the cool "XXXX". Thank you very much!
power under the stifling of liberation spreads the desire for a cool shower. Unfortunately, the establishment of the barbecue site at the lagoon shore no refreshing wet ago. So we will be forced to "abuse" the fixture of the local Campingplaztes for it. Under cover of darkness, we sneak armed with towel and sponge bag to the campsite, grant us the cleansing refreshment before we go and hide in the camp unmolested in the lagoon shore (pssst!).
now shows the Clock 10/12/2008 at 5:30 clock and it is said already to get out of bed. We want to be the morning feeding with the dolphins at Monkey Mia. At about 6.30 clock we arrive there and enjoy the quiet atmosphere on the morning Delphinpier. Slowly the sun rises from the night and lights up the morning freshness of the sea. To the old wooden pier swim a few majestic Pelicans their first swimming laps and gasp for fresh fish breakfast. And suddenly, out of nowhere, the water springs, and about 5 dolphins playfully zerpflügen the calm water lies there carpet. Incredible and fascinating, these playful and friendly creatures who always wear a smile, so close in sight.
In the 60 years he started local fishermen to feed in the bay dolphins swimming with fish waste. No one knew then what she would thus put in motion. Today Monkey Mia is world famous for this semi-tame dolphins. Not only tourists gather here, but also scientists from around the world as they are in the protected Waters of the marine protected area, find the ideal study conditions. Between periodic dolphins and the residents of Shark Bay have developed almost familial bonds. We speak of them as old friends and of course, each dolphin's name. Although the dolphin in the water at home is you have actually felt his charisma that he is the man behaviourally closer than a chimpanzee. No wonder
under this region with its impressive geology and its wonderful sights to the protection of UNESCO world natural heritage.
impressed and touched especially by the Monkey Mia Dolphin in contact we make on the way back stop the Shell Beach - a huge beach, which consists only of Muschelteilchen - and let the impressions of the past few days pass in review again, as we consider silence the endless expanse of Shark Bay.
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