Going to Perth and not going to Rottnest Island, to me, is like going to Paris and not visiting the Eiffel Tower. It’s one of those places that makes up Australia and speaks of this country’s natural splendor. After arriving for an afternoon adventure on day 90, I immediately saw resemblances to both Fraser Island and Magnetic Island, and that on its own made me happy.
But my short stay, which was cool (don’t get me wrong), could have been better if I had changed a few little things:
I should have gone to the island earlier.
I didn’t get there until after noon and I had to leave a little after 4pm. It was the hottest time of the day, and by the time I rented a bike and got on with it, I was really just not feeling it. Maybe by going in the morning, I could have played on the bike before peak heat.
Another reason is the fact that a few hours is not quite long enough if you want to ride around the island and see more than a few places. All the signage said it would take around 3 hours to ride around, but if you want to stop off and enjoy the bays, then you’ll want more than that.
Don’t rent a bike if you don’t have the time.
Not only did my ankles start acting up as soon as I had to start going up the hills, it almost seemed a waste of money. I should have just gotten a ticket on the hop-on, hop-off bus, but the fact that almost everyone was there on bikes when I got off the ferry made me feel like I should have one, too.
Prepare your bum for the bike ride if you can.
Being ages since I had ridden a bike, it was quickly apparent how uncomfortable a teeny tiny bike seat is for my not-so-tiny bum. I’m not sure how you can prepare for this besides riding bikes regularly… maybe by getting some sort of padding to sit on.
Bring food and drink over with you if you’re on a budget.
Everything on the island is marked up in price. I had visited a Dome cafe in Perth and so seeing the menu on the island was an easy first-look at the mark-up. Even when I was sitting on the benches waiting for a ferry, I heard some girls complaining about the price of the popsicle they were enjoying.
Spend more time with the quokkas.
My animal love was out in full-force as I hunted around for these little marsupials called quokkas. They are sort of a mix between a rock wallaby and a chipmunk in looks, and they are everywhere. I so wish I could take one of these little guys home with me!