Esperance
The Lonely Planet guide makes the following observations of Esperance:
“Esperance sits quietly on the Bay of Isles, a clear landscape of aquamarine waters and squeaky white beaches, but the town’s charm is not immediately visible…”
Apparently so. The highlight of the tourist advisory takes you on a wildflower drive of 36 km – all of it away from Esperance. A request posed to someone who had lived there for some years gave the following reply: “there’s nothing in Esperance!”
Ah, well, at least a place to unwind.
Except for the train line which ran behind our caravan park, with trains passing on the hour.
And for the hostess from hell running the caravan park who had all the personality and helpfulness of gout.
Still, the Norfolk Pines on the main street were rather attractive.
And the 30-degree plus weather gave us reason to sit still and enjoy the sunshine.
“Esperance sits quietly on the Bay of Isles, a clear landscape of aquamarine waters and squeaky white beaches, but the town’s charm is not immediately visible…”
Apparently so. The highlight of the tourist advisory takes you on a wildflower drive of 36 km – all of it away from Esperance. A request posed to someone who had lived there for some years gave the following reply: “there’s nothing in Esperance!”
Ah, well, at least a place to unwind.
Except for the train line which ran behind our caravan park, with trains passing on the hour.
And for the hostess from hell running the caravan park who had all the personality and helpfulness of gout.
Still, the Norfolk Pines on the main street were rather attractive.
And the 30-degree plus weather gave us reason to sit still and enjoy the sunshine.
posted by revheard at 8:10 pm
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