I had the chance to get down to Western Australia’s south west and great southern regions a couple weeks back, an area which in parts I know very well, and others not so much.
Growing up “d’outh” allowed me some advantages to seeing places that citysiders usually only get to once every few years, but it was a real privilege and enjoyment to go back as one of those city-slicker tourists and explore parts of Margaret River, Walpole, August and Denmark. Some old, some new, but all an adventure.
I spent the time exploring with my girlfriend, Kira, who also is a photographer and eating, drinking and relaxing like a king. The rain was a constant shadow looming overhead, but this didn’t seem to thwart us and the gloomy clouds added some drama to the clear, cold skies.
It’s funny how a place only 3 hours south of the city was home to ancient trees and wildlife we never would see in our suburban hustle-and-bustle locales. I forget that people travel half way round the world to see these prehistoric trees and alien fauna. It’s something I also just took for granted being a West Australian.
WA really has the best sunsets and coastal vistas in the world, and I don’t just say that off-hand as a West Australian. I have travelled to the Cinque Terre, the French Riviera, the Greek islands and Australia’s iconic east coast beaches. None compare, however beautiful. It’s rugged. It’s untamed. It’s beautiful and distinctly unique. Wherever I might go next, I don’t believe any coast will top my home.
Make sure you get lost one day in our South West and Great Southern. It’s not as iconic as Queensland’s Gold Coast, nor as stylish or slick as Sydney’s Bondi, but I wouldn’t choose either over Douth.