Thanks for tuning in...! It is a long journey to becoming a professional children's performer. This blog is the transformational tale of how Dustin Anderson became the Purple Pirate. I appreciated the West Coast of Australia the most of all. Western Australia does not have many tourists because it is a long ways from where tourists land. I feel that if I want to meet Canadians I would stay in Canada. One day heading south from Broome a massive storm hit. The wind was so powerful the rain was coming at us sideways. Cindy was piloting at the time and she couldn't handle it so I took over. We had the added stress of being in a flood plane. Which we were told could take days to clear and we didn't have the time or confidence to wait. I saw a van up the road and knocked on their window to ask for guidance but they didn't roll down their window. We wer scared so we rode off. The wind pushed and pushed harder from the west. I had to push the handle bars really hard into the wind to keep us on the road. I remember my right tricep burning from the work. Once we got to the edge of the storm I hit the throttle hard to outrun the storm. We laughed that our right side was soaked and the left side dry. Most of the terrain was like a low desert with very few formations or features. There were low bushes that would have spider webs spanning 4 metres apart and a spider as big as my spread out hand in the middle. Creepy. These spider webs were to catch birds! There were also dead cattle on the side of the road that were bloated looking like they were ready to burst. We pulled into a gas station in the middle of nowhere and I recognised a woman...she was a Norwegian woman that I taught aerobics to in the Canary Islands. There is a mystical lesson in this but I can't figure it out. We asked her where we could camp and she recommend on the beach not far from that gas station and only 15 kms on a dirt road. It was beautiful, peaceful and there was a constant breeze off the water. In the morning the breeze stopped abruptly so I got out of the tent to see what was happening. As soon as I got out a massive storm blew the tent over Cindy and snapped some of the tent poles. It was instant chaos. We were lucky to have Dieter there. Cindy got into his truck with all our gear and I rode the bike out of the dirt on my own. We stopped at the next town, loaded up the bike and Cindy and got back under way. Dieter went back into the Outback and we went south. Our next stop was a little town called Exmouth. Cindy got to touch a dolphin which was lifetime dream of her but otherwise it was an offseason tourist town. I believe we got chased out of Exmouth by a storm as well. The day after we left Exmouth was flooded by Cyclone Vance. I assume that what we experienced all the way south of Western Australia was the outside edges of that massive cyclone. I am sooooo sooo grateful that had been kept us out of its way. We needed some rest but for some reason we kept going. I have questions about how to interpret these kinds of events. Is it Karma? How did we keep from being harmed by it? Is it fate? What is the lesson? It is a great memory none the less.