Growing up on the Eastern seaboard was eventful, but I never really considered it that much. After all, it felt completely normal and unremarkable.
This is not the case for those who grew up in Western Australia, who are permanently obsessed with two things:
- Telling everyone how much better WA is to the rest of Australia, and depending on mineral prices, how much they subsidise the “do nothing, useless wankers out East” (this goes strangely silent when nickel prices drop)
- How the Australian Football League is actually the Victorian Football League and during the cover of nightfall the league, umpires, schedulers, and even star player’s hamstrings collude on ensuring the WA teams don’t win every game by 200 points.
All of this codswallop, but I am from the East, so of course I would say that.
But for all of the hot air that the West Australians blow over the Nullarbor, one thing they do have is the coastal sun set.
Seeing the sun rise over the water is lovely, but nothing beats seeing the sun set after a lovely day by the beach. The last two days I have seen just that, and it’s rather magical.
