Hippo's Yawn

Wave Rock: We arrived at 2.45 p.m. The miniature toy soldier museum shuts at 3.00 p.m. Poop.

Daph: “Do you want to go and look at Wave Rock instead today?”

Ern is tired. “Maybe in the morning?”

Daph: “It’ll be two degrees in the morning.”

Ern: “Hmmmm. OK. Let’s go now.”

Daph: “Yeah. It’s only a three hundred metre walk.”

Ern is tired.

Wave Rock is a spectacular display of natural beauty. Ern surfs Wave Rock for photo opportunities. Gnarly, dude.

Daph: “Ooh! Hippos Yawn!” *Spotting a sign.

Ern: “It’s a one-and-a-half-kilometre walk! This was supposed to be a three-hundred metre walk. Not a three-kilometre round trip! This is so “you.”

Did I mention Ern is tired?

Daph sprints ahead, jumping puddles and navigating slippery rock faces like a pro.

Daph: “It’ll only take twenty minutes. Come on! It’s good to stretch your legs.”

Ern: “Until I break a leg!”

Ern isn’t wearing the correct footwear, again. He’s not as deft as Daph on the slippery path.

Ern: “This is so typical of you.”

Hippos Yawn is another natural beauty. A rock formation that literally looks like a ginormous hippo yawning. Daph stands inside for another photo opportunity moment.

Daph: “Do I look like a uvula?”

Ern: “No. You look like a knob.”

I did mention Ern is tired.

The Kombi did well today. She ran like a dream. Tomorrow, we have a change in plans and must head back to Esperance because Daph didn’t realise the road onwards from here is unsealed for 287kms.

Oops.