Painfully early morning, the flight wasn't to bad except for a very rough landing. At the airport I tried to get hold of Stew and Kate (met them in Sydney a few days before Christmas), but they weren't around. I got the book out, thought about different plans, and decided to rent a car and go down to Margaret River. Tomorrow and Friday I can spend at the beach or wine tasting then come back to Perth Friday night for the weekend. I got a very weird car - it's a Toyota Echo - absolutely tiny, and the dash board is in the middle of the car!
About half way to Margaret River (about two hours in) I got the major nods and couldn't keep my eyes open - pulled off on a dirt track, drove 100m, then stopped to take a nap. Slept for nearly an hour before the heat got to be to much. Got to the place I wanted to stay at about 5:30. LP describes it as being on the beach - sort of near the beach would be more accurate (~10 minute walk), and the "great atmosphere" is completely missing. It's very nice for a hostel, but completely sterile. Walked down to the beach to check out the surf - absolutely flat. But it's a gorgeous beach, and the walk is through a mangrove forest.
I was going to go home, take a shower, and head out for diner and a bar (it's Australia Day). However, after the shower I just couldn't motivate between being slammed by this cold and to little sleep I decided to skip diner and partying. It's kind of ironic that this is the first Australia Day that I've missed since leaving home - and I'm actually in Australia!