If we’re being totally honest here (spoiler: we are), I had no idea what to expect from Western Australia.
I knew about the mining boom, Margaret River wines, The Triffids, and… yeah, okay, that was about it. It was one of those places I’d always meant to go, but cheaper sale airfares to New Zealand and Los Angeles just always seemed to pip the west coast at the post.
So when I was recently invited to explore one of its most remote regions for work, I jumped at the chance.
"We’re going to a place called Ningaloo Reef,” I told my boyfriend while doing a quick Google Maps search hours before I departed. Wikipedia said glowing things about the remote world heritage region, and so just like that, I was off.
Eight hours of air travel, one time zone change and a switch from sweater to t-shirt later, I arrived. And within minutes, I totally understood what all the fuss was about.