It costs $20 and has a value of at least 20 times that!
In it I found a place called Quobba Station. The book was published in 2010 so the places and prices somethings have changed a little but they are still great spots you would not find without the book or a good nose for golden opportunities.
Quobba had changed, to my delight it had showers! And normal flush like toilets. Situated passed the Blowholes and next to the beach.
The place is owned by Sam and his wife. They also have a little shop where you can buy ice, icecream and bait.
I saw the sign "Pay for 6 and stay 7 nights." Price per night was $13 so I paid for 6.
One of the first days I decided to try out my snorkeling gear.
I never snorkeled before, well not using flippers so bare with me..
The beach was not the soft kind and the ways to the water was across parts of reef filled with (zeeegels). There were lots of waves and after trying with the flippers to even reach undeep water but failing I took them of and tried again. I did see my first amazing tropical fish in the real Indian Ocean. But I also got tossed and turned and swung all over and under by the current and dragged against the reef. Resulting in a bloody painfull cut on my leg and a few bruises on the soles of my feet.
A few days later I tried again on another part of the beach a few kms further on. It was easier to get into the water, but the flippers were still not helping.
After seeing some amazing underwater scenes I again got mishandled by the Ocean, picked up smacked down, trown left and right falling on my shines, dragged across the reef on my back then again smacked down on my shoulder. Bruised but not bleeding this time, well just a bit, I called it a day.
On the last of these 7 days of peace and quiet, I heard a big truck behind me, I turned and to my disgusted I saw an ancient truck pulling two sets of dubbeldecker trailers filled with sheep from top to bottom.
The place is filled with wandering sheep and goats. So I pressumed he rounded them up to get them to the slaugtherhouse.
After a while of hearing the truck still running behind me, I went to check it out.
He was unloading them in one of the enclosures adjacent to his stable.
I saw them jumping out of the truck not always landing on their feet. I had seen enough and went back to my van. Suddenly I heard a lot of meehhhsss, turned around and saw them all running back to where they came from.
Am still not sure what that was all about, late in the evening he brought them all back and kept them in in the enclosure for the night... I never got the chance to ask him.
With the wood I collected from the side of the road I made a nice warm fire to celebrate my last night at Quobba.
Next morning I woke up early and drove off, destination Exmouth.
