Excursions

... as opposed to extrusions, which are similar, but which encompass those occassions when you have to force yourself out of the house.

An extrusion is also much preferrable to the reverse, an intrusion - the name given to a group of cockroaches.

I met a man on the train who claimed some chocolate bars were 11 percent cockroach. After all, you never know what's been crawling around in the pipes when you switch the chocolate machines on in the morning.

I went to a chocolate factory recently. They had free chocolate. It was rubbish, but free. So by the law of scrounge it must actually have been excellent.

But that little thought wander brings me back to the point: places I went to recently. Excursions...

Here are some two dimensional interpretations of recent excursions.

At the Southern Cape, where two oceans meet,
 and where we watched dolphins doing dolphinny things

Mr or Mrs Galah (for there were two)
 atop one of the many pinnacles in the mini dessert

A motley band of travellers. From left: Me, Zoe, David, Julie, Cat

Grass trees watching the sunset from Yandin Lookout

Julie tree on Yandin Lookout

Stromatolites

Hangover Bay

The Pinnacles at Dusk

Julie, having just built an impressive sandcastle

Near the end of our 5 hour walk in John Forrest Park

Festival at King's Park

Walking through John Forrest National Park

A Long Time Ago

...Or so it seems. We decided to begin our explorations of the surrounding locale. What follows is photographic proof that we have indeed ventured to a place named Mandurah, which lies 50min hence, as the train flies. Though my camera did not capture these incidents, we also dined on chips, spied a flock of pelicans as they carved across the sky's circle, and agreed to make such forays a more regular part of our lives.

 

Home and Away

Does time travel faster here? Does it get to the front of every queue just before me? Does it watch every movie before I do? Does it get to work 5 min earlier every day? Yes. Yes, it does.

But at the end of the day, even time gets tired. It sits on the other sofa, just next to Erika, and it sinks back into the unresisting cushions. The cat sometimes jumps on its lap, but time isn't good at cat stroking. It has a nervous tick-tock.

So look, here is where two girls, one cat, time and I repose...

Money Street

Yes, I'm in the money now. Cash rich and time poor. But New Zealand beckons, and I shall need my hard earned dollars for the next stage of this voyage.

Our House

...in the middle of our street, which happens to be a 7 minute walk from town. Handy. Or footy. Anyway, it's all worked out rather well. We pay less than 60 dollars a week each, and that means we can save muchos nachos. I do like crisps. On the down side, the living room ceiling leaks, the toilet is outdoors, and our room is a bit damp. I like it though. Feels like the house is being reclaimed by its surroundings. 

The Domain of the Sofa

The above photo was taken by attaching the camera to one of the rain drops that fell through the ceiling. It was a tricky process.

Where Food Happens

Looking towards the Poddington Peas

Michi the cat

"Prrrrrrt", says Michi. She also bends her body like a shark giving a warning signal. Her tail vibrates in the upraised position. This means she wants affection. I write this in the present tense, because this is most likely what she is doing at this very minute. She is a most likely cat.