Rotto

Our second trip to Rotto was every bit as good as the first. The boat ride across was a little bouncy but didn't produce the kind of vomit-inducing feelings I experienced on the last trip home. Mum and dad had a great time and everyone had a bash at snorkelling, enjoyed a pie or two and a few beers by the water.

The only fiasco was the bike hire. Jumpy gears, weak pedals and a couple of heavy kids in a trailer do not bode well for good temperaments, especially in 30 degree heat, as we soon discovered when trying to reach Parker Point in the afternoon. In the end we decided to shun our ambitious plan and settled for a little swim in a glorious spot south of the island.

Next stop Margaret River.