Got up early and got going. Swiss couple left before us, but they pulled up in their car to say good-bye. Ch. lost the coin-toss and had to carry the black back-pack. More hills, more grazing. Smelled and saw smoke, but didn't see fire. Everywhere in W.A. you see billboards with a kind of dial on it indicating the degree of wild-fire danger. The last 20km before Walpole are murder! The wind is cold and wet and the slopes are long and steep. Finally stopped in a pub at the outskirts of "town" and I got pretty tips from just on glass of beer. Had fish and chips and a steakburger for lunch and finally checked in to our backpackers' around 16h00. Ch. did the wash and I read my book (XXieme siecle, by Max Gallo). We had a siesta until 20h30 and when we went out for supper, everything was closed! Finally we went back to the same bar as before and had chicken with mushroom gravy (re-heated) in their dining room. Cheap though. Slept OK in the twin beds, but I woke up around 6h00 from the noise of rain on the roof and ran for the clothes that were drying outside.