Scarborough Beach

Eventually we arrive at Scarborough Beach @ 1am and just manage to negotiate our luggage around a maze of stairs and corridors before all collapsing in a heap: adults, kids and baggage too. The next morning we check out Scarborough, attractively known as ‘Scabs’ by the locals. There’s not a great deal to see apart from a few shops, restaurants and a beach. Our first shock is the price of fish and chips @ $22; the second is when looking in Coles for an alternative lunch where fruit and veg. seems double the price of the UK (this could be partly due to subconscious comparison with Cambodia and partly because of transport costs as Perth is about 4000kms from ‘civilisation’ if you can call Adelaide civilised ??!!). The third shock was the kids screaming for no apparent reason on arrival at the beach. This turned out to be the exaggerated pain of a mini- sandstorm around the legs of the nippers caused by the brisk sea breeze - you would have thought somebody was actually sandpapering their legs such was the Banshee wailing – so much for our first idyllic beach trip in Australia. The next day I fail to find anyone showing the Hatton v Mayweather fight (probably just as well given the result) so we retire to the apartment and its rather chilly pool. After a while I team up with Harley to practically kick a rabble of teenagers out of the Jacuzzi taking advantage of the sign stating that adults take precedence over children at all times. Harsh but fair.