Kal & Esperance

Pete and I visited a Kalgoorlie brothel called the Questa Casa. We didn't avail ourselves to their services, however we undertook a  tour. The tour is quite famous in Kal with many people recommending it. Mostly it was a history lesson about madam's and the working girls during the gold rush years. Hay Street at the turn of the century and beyond was the famous red light district of Kalgoorlie. The girls earned big money, but the town of the day forced the girls to stay in Hay Street. Kalgoorlie was deemed to be a family mining town and they did not want working girls living or socialising (including solicitation of extra business) amongst the families. So they had to stay in the brothel or on occasion, could venture into town with the madam of the brothel. If the police caught them away from the brothel, they would be picked up, brought back to the brothel where they packed up all their belongings and then driven to the train station. The police would ensure they left on the train to Perth.

Dominatrix Room

We traveled 390 km to Esperance which is on the WA southern coast. The weather is a little chilly and windy, but this is a great place and is obviously uber busy in the summer months. The council are spending big $$$ improving the foreshore for visitors. It's about 400 km to Perth, which is where I assume most of their summer visitors come from. This time of the year, it's the grey nomads slowly venturing home as it gets too hot up north.

Today, Pete and I rode to Cape Le Grand National Park. It's about 50 km east of Esperance and has some of the most picturesque bays. Unfortunately, the weather was only about 18 degrees, windy, which kept the place too cold for a swim. I did take extra clothes and changed from my riding gear to clamber up some hills and venture into the bays.

Pete playing with his new friends. Mummy with joey in pouch and another little one in two. 

Your'e able to drive you 4WD on the beaches and go from one beach to the next. I wanted to give it a go and Pete agreed. But I did have my reservations as I only had a knobbie front tyre and a street slick on the rear. We traveled 1 km down the beach and I noticed Pete's rear wheel spinning under acceleration and then noticed my traction control kicking in. As a result, I pulled the pin, but not until we took some pics of the bikes and on the ride back on the sand, I turned traction control off.. Needless to say, the read wheel was spinning and I had some controlled fun.

We got back to the caravan park and have washed the sand and salt from the bikes and are now relaxing with a beer, contemplating what's for dinner.