And so we reached Perth!

Apparently the drive from Adelaide to Perth is similar to that of London to Moscow. Well Moscow looked good!
We arrived at Willetton, about 20 minutes East of Fremantle, easily enough, the GPS for once coming into its own. There was Megan, baby Ashley, a lovely big house (with running water and ceilings!), and shimmering in the back yard was a fabulous pool. We had arrived!
Darren off fishing? Yeah, whatever, see ya! I was happily in the pool, looking at the bathroom, contemplating my lovely bedroom. All good! Later Ian, Megan’s hubby, came back from work and we all had a swim together, then drinks by the pool then dinner. How civilised.
I reluctantly drove the truck (ambulance as I call it) to the airport that night. With the boat on top, we barely made the height restriction for drop off at the airport, but with Darren out of the car checking, and the blokes working on the road noisily cheering us on, we made it – just (how embarrassing).
We waved to each other, and he was gone. No contact expected during the boat trip at all. ‘Twas gonna be a long 14 days..