Heading home.
I am sitting on the deck of a sorta-fast food shop on Rottnest Island. I have run outta gas.
Mary is still enthusiastically roaming about. Offshore of Fremantle, it housed prisoners, specifically aboriginals who didn’t adhere to British laws. Some of the inmate-built buildings are still standing.
Mary wanted to go out onto the western-most point. We took a hop off hop on bus out there. She went walkabout and I went sitabout. Saw fairy terns, silver gulls, and an osprey nest. The nest is active with both occupants home.
And then there’s the quakkas, marsupials with a goofy grin. They’re all over the place, very cute and entertaining. Their mouth is so shaped that they appear to be smiling, pudgy-cheeked.
Tonight at midnight we take Singapore airlines home. Home. Yeah.
Quakkas on Rottnest Island.
