Road covered today.In the morning Alen feels much better and says that he's ready to go. During a brief visit to the dentist we find out that nothing serious has happened with his tooth, and that it will get well on its own. Nothing to stop us anymore, then.
The Pinnacles from the distance.They are, in fact, the aforementioned Pinnacles, and they look surreal. The bright yellow sand around them exudes heat. We jump back inside the car and then slowly drive along the special path, stepping out only to take an occasional picture.
The Pinnacles close-up.Of course, people are everywhere in the park, and I have to make efforts not to include anyone in the picture. Beyond the hot, sandy world of these stony fangs there is green bush, and beyond that – the Indian Ocean, bright-blue. The contrast of yellow, green and blue makes the place look even more surreal than it is.
The ocean beyond.Once out of the park, we continue driving north. Alen tells me about his crazy week, and amidst all these talks we arrive at a town with an unexpected name of Cervantes: called after some ship, as it turns out, and not after the Don Quixote author. Who could they possibly name the ship after, though? There we have lunch and move further, making just one stop in Geraldton to refuel. No other sights planned for today, and our only destination now is some homestead further down the highway where we plan to camp.
Too dark for good pics.I make a half-hearted attempt to photograph the sunset, and it's already dark when I finally get to the shower. The amenities block is nice and clean (locked by a key with an enormous badge), but the shower taps are set very low for some reason: on a shoulder level, or something like that. We discuss all this, along with everything else, during dinner, then get back into tent and fall asleep quickly. Long day tomorrow.
The sun sets over the Indian Ocean.