We drove into Geraldton and I was really surprised by the size of the town and how nice it was after driving for 4 hours through dry arid countryside it was a pleasant surprise to see this nice town laid out before us. After driving around looking for the shadiest caravan park (as in trees shade) we decided on the Belair caravan park down on the point near the lighthouse, we quickly set up camp and headed out to start fishing, sorry to say we had no luck.
The next day we got on our bikes to tour the town, we road along marine parade past the port where some rather sizey ships were getting loaded, along the foreshore its set up with BBQs a water park and pontoons just off the beach for everyone to jump off, we checked out the museum where we learnt all about the Batavia shipwreck.
Then we headed off to 24 George st where Dad went to boarding school in the early sixties, it was call Forrest lodge and is now a community center. We were allowed to have a look around, and it was a little emotional thinking of Dad sitting in front of the fire place eating his dinner so far from home.
On the Sunday it just happened to be the Geraldton Cup and we couldn’t resist a quick visit to the local races, there was fashion on the field for all the lovely ladies, not so different to back east just a lot hotter and not as many falling over fillies later in the afternoon. We only had one win for the day and it was No 7 in the very first race, we got very close in the other races but close enough is not good enough in racing just like fishing.
We left town headed for Kalbarri and Monkey Mia just as sixty odd Sri Lankans were about to entre Geraldton harbor where our Caravan park is located.
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