We had earmarked this site in Perth quite a while ago as we wanted to catch up with Peter Lehtonen and also used his place as a mail drop and for a few reviews such as the best baby running prams one, published here.. Joran has been so kind to collect our mail and act as photo backup that we snail mail. So when we know we will be at a certain location he sends the memory cards and other stuff there. This time Peter’s place.
From Moore River the Burns Beach camping is only 45 minutes so we arrive quite early (9.15 am), plenty of time to explore the ‘hood’. It seems that this is a busy place. Or we are not used to anything over 3 cars in sight. We get a bit claustrophobic (I know, how spoilt are we) and the rules on the beach seem excessive. There is literally no one on the beach and dogs are not allowed there. Everyone seems to use the bitumen foot/bicycle/skate/dogwalk path that follows the coast. It is not possible to get off the path and if you managed to scale the 5 foot fence, signs tell you that a ranger would be ready to fine you for $400. On the spot.
It is a friendly camping though, but feels restrictive to us. The view is nice.
The primary reason we stay is to have breakfast with Peter and a possible kiting spot. There’s no wind enough so we just do some work around the bus (cleaning and stuff), play guitar and go for walks over the foot/bicycle/skate/dogwalk path.
There is a reason why people have NO dog campings as we found out that evening. Our neighbours (5 people and a dog in a tent) go out that evening and leave the dog in the tent. The poor little animal must have been lonely as he was barking almost non stop from 7 till 10.30 pm.
The next day we meet Peter for breakfast, do a quick guided tour in the bus for him and get new tyres for the trailer. Then we do Perth in a flash. Marjo’s not big on busy cities and I have been to Perth many times before. So we do the essentials: the Dutch shop.
Where we stock up on essentials such as speculaas, boerenkool, hagelslag, Maggi and of course for Marjo a cinnamon stick.
Then, on a Saturday morning, we run into a traffic jam. Haven’t seen that in a while.
Of course, this being Perth, there are people who take the median strip (notice the dust) and even trucks who get themselves in trouble by trying to cross to the oncoming lanes through very soft sand. I wonder how the driver will explain this to his boss.
Then we go on our way to Miami caravan park in Mandurah. We stop somewhere for lunch and look on the map for a nice spot. There’s a lake close to the road as you can see in the picture.
Yeah, I know, somewhere the water got lost. Also the road along the missing lake was somewhat eerie, with cars sitting on the side and single older men in them. Waiting for? Not one of those places I hope?
We don’t wait to find out and drive on to Mandurah.
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