Today we woke and I made breakfast while everyone was in the midst of cleaning up to prepare for checking out of the house. We had a fry up again: bacon, scrambled eggs, tomato and toast.
After cleaning up, packing up, and dropping the keys off at the property manager's store, we went to the Saturday markets but we were too late. Most stalls had packed up and gone home so we just wandered around amongst the stragglers.
On the drive back to Perth, we wanted to play minigolf but the course was closed when we got there. Bugga. Instead, we tried to keep ourselves busy talking. Long suggested we spend the next ten minutes talking in an Indian accent. Two minutes later, Ivy had not spoken a word, I began to sound Chinese, Long began to sound Russian, and Benoit was trying to sell us a new mobile phone service.
We hit Mandurah and stopped for a break and some of us got some food at Hungry Jacks. We then decided to go and grab some mussels. A few years back we had gotten heaps off the pylons beneath one of the bridges. Long braved the cold water and dove under the bridge and brought us back some massive mussels. Benoit and I got busy on the jetty cleaned as much crap off of them as we could. There were barnacles, slimy orange stuff, tiny shrimp, baby crabs, sand worms, and other creepy looking aquatic life covering our dinner. We cleaned most of the larger ones and threw the rest back.
On the road once more, we finally arrived back at my place and we set about with the arduous task of cleaning the mussels to get them ready for cooking. I made the sauce with chopped garlic, onion, chilli, some baby spinach leaves, white wine and a few cans of Italian tomatoes.
After dinner, the guys tried to win back their money in a game of poker before we all decided to call it a night and everyone headed home.
A great trip guys. Good times.
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