Punk Quokkas at Rotto

A storm hit when we were taking the boat to Rottnest Island. The rain belted against the side of the ferry and Bill went slightly green while the kids and Kate watched some Rotto promo videos because we couldn't see out the windows. Upon arrival we buttoned up our rain jackets and hopped on our bikes to find our accommodation. As usual, Kate led the family up the garden path and on an extended tour of Rotto before we finally found our funny little cabin which was probably as close to a tent as a building could be. If you know what I mean. It was very basic but kind of cool - old wire beds in rooms with no glass in the windows. We unrolled our sleeping bags and used provided blankets for warmth. Next morning we jumped on our bikes and spent an amazing day cruising up and down the rolling hills of the island, visiting beaches and chatting with quokkas. Kate decided that Rotto is her future home - no cars, beautiful beaches, nice people, endless bike riding, and great donuts at the bakery... And finally the sun was mostly out. More bike riding the next day - this time to the lighthouse. Then Kate took the kids to the museum while Bill sped around the Island on his own. We got so sucked into the beauty of Rotto that we broke with our usual characters and actually purchased the kids quokka t-shirst. Weird. Rotto rules!