We dragged ourselves away from the peace and quiet of Wooramel and headed further north. I was surprised to hear John had booked us into Coral Bay for a night. He explained that he was trying to avoid the road closures from the cyclone. Don’t get me wrong, we love Coral Bay. Except in school holidays. And this is school holidays. However, we reasoned that with the road only just opening in the last couple of days, most people would have cancelled their holiday there and gone somewhere else (Kalbarri for example, it was very busy when we left home). Wrong!
We drove into a heaving Coral Bay. We approached the caravan park with a look for horror on our faces. Caravans were jammed in, rows and rows of them. Our worst nightmare!


Our site was the size of a postage stamp with very little room to manoeuvre. But we managed to squeeze in. What made things worse was that we were camped next to the family from hell. The kids screamed at each other; the mother screamed at the kids; and the dad screamed at the mother. This went on until 10.30 at night.
Anyway it was just a necessary stop and we decided to make the most of it. We took a stroll down to the beach, avoiding dogs, children, prams and bikes. The beach was packed too. We decided to cut our losses and go back to the van for a drink and a read.
