PlanLoser...VIII "the bank robber starts a new chapter"

PlanLoser...VIII resembles the posts Planlos...III and PlanLoser...IV. It happened again, something SCANDALOUS like the scandal in the red light district. It happens in the superlative form of this blog -> Planlos -> PlanLoser -> on the plan...?! No idea, but first things first.

On the way to Perth or more precisely to our new abode, we turned right and left from time to time to capture new things and impressions of Australia.

Turning is fun, more fun than always going straight. Don't get me wrong, going straight is also fun here. But the icing on the cake is always when it comes to turning. Usually or actually always you come across a beautiful place by the sea, a viewpoint and, with luck, everything is combined and within walking distance.

Back in Lancelin, but at a different campsite, Spastgal enjoyed a book...

...and I was waiting in vain for the wind. Of course, the wind came, but my lines had been torn. This has to wait until Perth, because only there is replacement material available.

In the evening, as often before, we enjoyed the sunset. Sometimes you sit there alone and sometimes you feel like in a cheesy love movie in the cinema.

As soon as the sun was down, we leisurely embarked on the moon tour, turned 180 degrees...

The next morning, only 2 days left until the car return, we decided to drive to Perth, to our last campsite. It was located in Rockingham. But before that... Exactly!! Turn right and left again.

In the national park and with a keen eye, we visited koalas, birds, and kangaroos.

In the late afternoon, after we had visited everything and done all the shopping, such as buying food and new kite lines...

...it was time to go to the campsite.

With everything repaired and a good meal, it was time to go to bed. When we got up in the morning, it was already hot, around 40 degrees plus. We decided to make full use of the car again, to check out nearby spots, cafes and other places. Like most Australians, it was simply about keeping cool with the air conditioning in the car.

At Woodman Point, we met Julian. A brilliant guy who is traveling as a work and traveler and enjoying life between work and kiteboarding.

A little chat and exchanging numbers. Soon it becomes clear... one hand washes the other :-)

Rockingham you sly devil

The last night is here. We are looking forward to returning the Mercedes, picking up the new car, and checking in at the AirBnb.

The night and also Friday the 13th

•02.00am woken up from sleep

•02.15am checked that our wallets and other people's wallets were stolen.

•02.30am all cards were blocked.

•03.00am Spastgal's wallet was found by Yves in the trash (he learned that from the movies).

•03.30am Yves can't sleep and orders new cards.

•04.00am now everyone can sleep again.

•07.30am police arrive, but can't do anything 🤷‍♂️👍

Easy, now it is what it is and had to be.

•10.00am packing up, eating something, and heading to the airport to pick up the new car.

•12.00pm car cannot be picked up because we don't have any documents and Spastgal is 7 months too young 🤦‍♂️

•12.30pm PLANLESS and angry

•13.30pm on the way back to the material depot at the AirBnb

•13.31pm wildfires start in Perth.

•14.00pm checked in and already on the way to the car drop-off location.

Despite the dent and a lot of trouble, we were able to return the car positively. Thanks Apollo!

•16.00pm Julian picks us up and earns his money this way. We hired him as a "driver" as long as we don't have any ID documents.

Thanks Julian for your help, we are looking forward to many more sessions with you on the water🤙

He taught himself to kiteboard accordingly. Crazy! and showed us his journey so far.

•17.30pm arrived again at our house built in 1902

•19.00pm completely exhausted from Friday the 13th without IDs, money, and documents, we sit there satisfied and look forward to the next chapter....

1 month of settling down in Rockingham/Perth.

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