Grad.

After another long time not posting, I should put something here.

The following is a repost from my Instagram and Deviantart journal when I graduated. To be fair, that event was done a month ago now.
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My friends, comrades of the great Union of--wait no that's not right.

Okay. 
Hear ye, hear ye, and brace for an essay:

So, this six-year old trip, perhaps twice as long or more for others, or perhaps half as much for some, is at an end. Must I say, "Finally!" like this was some tiring, arduous, unpleasant journey that we wanted to end long ago?

Surely not. It can't be. This journey isn't even finished. Big surprise, I know. Hint: this journey is called 'life'. Some want high school days to never end from fear of the terrible outside world. Maybe some only carry the painfully nailed memories--to which I exclaim, why the f*** are you still dwelling on such trivial nitty-gritty? Still, like it or not, and whether this following opinion is cliched or otherwise: whatever happened these past years, I am absolutely certain they have made us to become the best possible version of ourselves.

So, I must thank you deeply. You have made me welcome in this school, and I have ran out of words to describe my days in Laurensia. All I could think of remotely close to what I'm currently writing is that that one quote from Sherlock (you know, that "I don't have "friends"" thing) may describe me less. Much less.

Alas, one leg of this journey is finished, and now due to the laws of diffusion we shall spread throughout the world to pursue our dreams.

Not diffusion? Oh come on, I'm very sure it is.

Our dear teachers and parents have said it all today, so I'll just add one tidbit from one Mr. Kennedy (Which I'm sure you recall from those Cold War vids), who once said, "Ask not what your country can do for you, but ask what you can do for your country." I'll conveniently answer that question by reminding you of the fifth point of our Alumni's Promise. Wherever you go, remember where we were raised together for six years--some twice as that, some half as that--and hurry up, carry that bounty of knowledge from all over the world like bards and travelers of old used to, and hurry up and fix this country of ours. Maybe start from that damned-to-hell English UN, but I'll not complain.

Never hesitate, never look back just to regret, and do not throw away your shot.

SPIRITED, Scene II

And here we go, the second scene! Not much to say, just a shortened version of her meet-up with Kamaji and Rin.

P.S. sorry for the spacing. Still not used to Blogger tabbing.

Scene 2 – Under the Bathhouse

[Kamaji the old man is working in front of a boiler, his back to the audience. Chihiro walks in nervously.]

Chihiro         : [nervous] Um… Excuse me? [Louder] Sir? I’m looking for work. [long pause] Excuse me, Mister? I’m looking for work…

Kamaji        : [mumbles] Three pinches. What? Out already? Geez… Blast this rain, people are having cramps.

Chihiro            : Um… Kamaji?            Could I have a job here? Please?

Kamaji             : No, no, no, watch out, watch out! I’m still workin’ me back off here…

[A loud steam whistle sounds. Rin, a young woman, enters with a bowl of fish.]

Rin                   : Alright, you old geezer, food’s here.

Kamaji            : About time ye showed up, Rin. How many times I’ve told ye not to call your old man that? [picks up fish]

Rin                   : [glances around at dirty drawers] You seriously need to clean up. See: spider webs and dragon spit. Why is there dragon spit here? And a human.

Chihiro            : Uh… hi? I’m looking for work here.

Rin                   : [recoils and screams] Kamaji—why, why is there a human here?

Kamaji             : A human. A human? Seems I heard a lass screamin’… oh! A human.

Rin                   : [Tries to shoo away] Get out here! Geez, if the Witch finds out…

Chihiro            : Haku says I should get a job here. Could I? Please?

Kamaji             : Did he, now? Interestin’, interestin’.

Rin                   : It’s always him. It must be him. Didn’t he appear right here not that long ago?

Chihiro            : Wait, Haku wasn’t always here?

Kamaji            : [mumbles] Yes... yes… righ’. Perhaps I could smuggle ye in. If it’s Young Master that wants it, eh.

Rin                   : You can’t be serious—not the second time.

Kamaji            : Look, Rin, I would rather not disagree with Young Master, not now. Get her whatever work ye can. Lass, ye could follow me daughter.

Rin                   : Seems it’s better when there’s only the Witch around. We’d just get in trouble again! We don’t have use for a useless brat! That Haku—

Chihiro            : [confused, small voice] Haku? Trouble?

Kamaji            :  Come on, not even for a roasted newt found in the boiler? [holds up a charred lizard]

Rin                   : [thinks, then submits.] Fine. But you still owe me. Geezer. Come on, girl.

[Rin exits, Kamaji goes back to work. Chihiro is still nervous.]

Rin                   : Are you coming, or what?

Chihiro            : O…okay!

[Blackout, exeunt.]

SPIRITED, Scene I

Let me present, SPIRITED. As my final project for my school's drama class, we have been tasked to create our own drama based on a theme we picked together: Disney. Now, I did not really know a real good Disney movie to my liking, but I recently finished Spirited away, so...

Hey, technically it was a Disney Production. In the US. Anyway people don't care in class.

Here we go with the first scene. Notes in the end for sake of spoiler freedom.

SPIRITED

An adaptation of Hayao Miyazaki’s Spirited Away

by Nathan Hartanto

Scene 1 – Abandoned Amusement Park, near sunset

[Chihiro the young girl wakes up on a dry riverbed.]

Chihiro          : Ugh, my head… Mom? Dad? [Stumbles to her feet. After hesitating for a while, she crosses the riverbed to the amusement park.] Mom…? Dad…? Where am I? [Starts panicking as she moves through empty stalls. Finally, collapses in front of a large building, the Bathhouse, where she stops.] A… Bathhouse?

[Enter Haku the young boy.]

Haku              : [approaches, eyes widening] What are you doing here? [approaches closer] You must return!

Chihiro            : I’m lost, please, Sir, you must—

Haku                : There’s no time—look! They’re opening, they will be here soon!

[Sounds of opening doors, soft murmurs of people]

Chihiro            : [increasingly confused] Who—who are they… what is this place?

Haku             : No time to explain. Cross the river before the sun sets. I’ll hold them off for a little while.

Chihiro            : Hold who… why? Please, I’m—

Haku                : Just go before it’s too late! Now!

[Haku rushes out to exit. Chihiro runs back, past several spirits in black robes, to find the river is already filling up.]

Chihiro            : [Screams] The water! No, no! No… This must be a dream. A dream. [Pinches and slaps her face] Just a dream… come on, wake up. Wake up! [slumps down, defeated, sobbing] Wake… up…

[Re-enter Haku, who suddenly grabs Chihiro’s shoulder, embracing her]

Haku             : Shh… It’s okay. It’s okay. We’ll try again tomorrow. But now, come, follow me, before the witch finds out! Come on!

[Chihiro, still sobbing, nods, and they run back near the front of the bathhouse.]

Haku                : Now, look at me. Chihiro.

Chihiro            : Yes, Sir?

Haku                : Do I really look that old? Call me Haku.

Chihiro            : Haku. Okay…

Haku                : Chihiro, listen. Go under this bathhouse and look for Kamaji. He’s a friend of mine. Go there and ask for work.

Chihiro            : Work?

Haku              : You must, so that the Witch can’t touch you. She doesn’t like people from the Outside.

[Chihiro nods. Rain starts softly.]

Haku                : Get it? If he doesn’t listen, ask and ask again. Now, you really should go. It’s raining. Quick, quick, before the Witch finds out!

[someone off-set calls for Master Haku and he turns around.]

Haku             : Yes! I’m here. Look, I’ve never met someone from the Outside before, and… [sighs] it would be a pleasure to work with you, even for a day.

Chihiro            : [grabs Haku’s shirt] Wait, before you go, how did you know my name?

Haku                : I… don’t know, actually.

Chihiro            : Oh well. But I’ve never met anyone here… could you be my friend here? I have no one else I could trust.

Haku               : [looks as if thinking hard] I… I will. But really, you must go. Be brave. You could do it.

[Chihiro runs off, calmer and even smiling. Blackout, Haku exits.]

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So, there you go. I thought to remove Chihiro's parents from the story as I only got to write a 30-40 minute show, and I just thought I would better develop other parts of the story. Does feel rushed, though.

By the way, I have no use for this script--no one would perform it, in the end, as it would only be made as a compilation book. So, if anyone wants to use this for their school drama, or any drama with consent from Ghibli, go ahead.

Spirited Away © Hayao Miyazaki / Studio Ghibli

Entropy and Time Travel

We know that time is relative to the observer in order to keep the principle, which is that light shall always travel at a constant speed. Relatively, yes, this means that travelling to the future of another observer is possible, by travelling at speeds closer to the speed of light, or by experiencing lower gravity. However, what I will deny is that travelling to the past is, according to our current understanding of physical laws, impossible, as time flows according to entropy.

Entropy might be a new concept to us. It is a measure of energy over temperature, which may define how “chaotic” the state of matter is in; the larger the entropy, the more disorderly it is. According to the second law of thermodynamics (which we sadly skipped in class), any system will tend toward higher entropy. Entropy can only increase, and there is no known way to revert a system into a more orderly state. An easy example is that you cannot un-mix a homogenous sugar solution.

That said, time itself might be called as imaginary, a method to explain this system that tend toward higher entropy. There is only now, and a span of time between events, where the direction of this time, in definition, is whichever direction the system is heading toward higher entropy. This provides a clear direction of time, as entropy cannot lower.

One may argue that time travel may not happen, for the simple reason that time is merely an illusion, a concept connected with entropy. However, by only using the current definition of time, it may not move “backward”, as a system will always increase in entropy, and thus time travel backward may not happen.

Sources

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yKbJ9leUNDE

http://www.johnagowan.org/tetra11.html

Inside a Black Hole

As I descend through the spiral of hot gases spiraling the black hole, and experiencing time dilation due to the immense gravity near the event horizon, those may be the last things I see. Apart from being ripped apart and thus not being able to see anything, there is also a reason why there is seemingly nothing inside black holes, which is because there is only a singularity inside a black hole.

A singularity is a mass compressed in a volume so small that it would warp space-time into a “hole” straight through; according to the way gravity works, this means that no matter may escape (apart from using the theory of Hawking radiation, in which black holes very slowly radiate away its mass). Inside the singularity, matter will be ripped apart due to this extreme warping.

Past the event horizon, it seems that physics as we know it fail. As matter becomes ripped apart, it has no way of returning outside, which is why we cannot see anything inside. Inside the singularity, I expect to see everything the black hole has ever eaten. However, at this point they are indiscernible; “perfectly featureless”. Only the mass and the state of rotation the matter had before falling would be kept inside the singularity.

Of course, as the physics itself inside the black hole may be different, the singularity might not be what physicists expect it to be. Perhaps, according to another theory, we may see a parallel universe inside, or a different point in space-time, as the black hole may have a counterpart: the white hole, which spits matter out.

Either perfectly featureless, or if there is a whole other universe inside, with our current understanding, one thing is clear. We could only theorize what the inside of a black hole look like. Certainly it is very different from what we understand as space-time.

Sources:

http://www.hawking.org.uk/into-a-black-hole.html

http://www.iflscience.com/physics/what-white-hole/

Jerusalem's Role in Crusades: Not That Important

1099 Siege of Jerusalem. Taken from commons.wikimedia.org

Jerusalem is a holy city for all three of the world's largest Abrahamic religions: Jews, Christianity, and Islam. This created at least nine attempts of the Christians to take over the city since the First Crusade (1096-1099); nine more major crusades. However, while being a target in many crusades, as in any other conflict, there were many more factors which trigger a war (where indeed, religion took most of the blame). As such, the role of Jerusalem in these crusades are still debatable; to say that the crusades were called only to retake Jerusalem and the Holy Land is quite limited.

The applicable definition of a crusade here comes from the Plurals of said debate, which state that the most important part of a crusade is the spiritual one, and not the retaking of Jerusalem. The crusades were a pilgrimage, but the very definition of a "pilgrimage" has become twisted by the Crusaders (Madigan, 2015). Here, Jerusalem was no longer a main goal, rather a justification of the real causes of the crusades: racism and power, both taken in the cover of a pilgrimage by those days' Christians.

The first main cause of the crusades is, without a doubt, discrimination between religions. The Christians, mainly, were aggressors to the other religions, thinking that they are the enlightened, the rightest. When Pope Urban II called for a crusade to retake Jerusalem at 1096, the built-up tension of discrimination to the East were released (Constable, 2001). It was clearly seen during the harassment to the Jews during and in between the crusades, two of the most prominent examples being the Rhineland Massacre of 1096 in the Rhineland, West Germany, and the Peoples' Crusade of 1096 in Asia Minor. Those crimes against humanity were done by fanatics who, in their desire to destroy the enemies of God, strayed from the goal of a crusade to bring "justice" to the Jews, thought as guilty in bringing Christ to the cross (American-Israeli Cooperative Enterprise, 2016). 

Cultural harassment did not happen solely to Jews. The fanatical beliefs of Christianity then were also shown to the Muslims. The Muslims (and also Jews) of Jerusalem were treated much harsher than how they treat Christian prisoners (History World, n.d.) Certainly, none of these harassments have any contribution to the goal to retake the Holy Land, and were only the results of the discrimination that made up the burning spirit of the crusaders, the main cause that kept the war ongoing.

The next important factor that started the holy wars were, like other wars, political reasons. The Byzantine Empire asking for help was a great chance for Pope Urban II to bring together the fragmented feudal world of Europe, against a common enemy. The crusaders, most notably the nobles, were enticed to the call to search for new lands and more recognition, in short more power an influence (Runciman, 1995). 

While Jerusalem itself was made as a Crusader State, the crusaders did not limit their search for land just near Jerusalem and the Holy Land. This was most notably seen in the Fourth Crusade (1202-1204) which, due to political reasons, strayed from the Holy Land to take Constantinople, leading to the Latin Empire. This proves that they were merely searching for land and power, and the Holy Land is but one land available to be taken then.

In the end, Jerusalem was made as a target for war merely as a justification. The Just War concept was already accepted that time, which mainly states that a war must only be called if and only if other, more peaceful and humane methods to achieve a morally right goal have been exhausted. The discrimination to other religions were certainly not a morally correct goal, nor was the forceful takeover of land and power. Thus, Jerusalem and its surrounding lands, as an important holy city was actually not the main goal of the crusades, but rather merely a front for the many different factors that started the war.

References - Further reading

American-Israeli Cooperative Enterprise. (2016). The Crusades. Retrieved from Jewish Virtual Library: http://www.jewishvirtuallibrary.org/jsource/History/crusades.html

Bugnion, F. (2004, Oktober 28). Jus ad Bellum, Jus in Bello, and Non-International Armed Conflicts. Retrieved from International Comittee of the Red Cross: https://www.icrc.org/

Constable, G. (2001). The Historiography of the Crusades. The Crusades from the Perspective of Byzantium and the Muslim World, 1-22.

History World. (n.d.). The Crusades. Retrieved from Historyworld website: http://www.historyworld.net/wrldhis/PlainTextHistories.asp?ParagraphID=fob

Madigan, K. (2015). Medieval Christianity: A New History. New Haven: Yale University.

Runciman, S. (1995). A History of the Crusades, Volume I: The First Crusade. Melbourne: University of Cambridge.

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This was the final essay for this year's World History class. Translated and edited from Indonesian. This is a response paper, and by no means have been thoroughly studied and accepted as a fact; thus all debates and comments are welcome.

The Roman Legion

The Roman Empire, perhaps the greatest and my favorite nation (besides my own, obviously) to exist. Behind such greatness were the Legions that fought for it. This infographic details the legion of the post-Marian Reforms in 107 BC, with the familiar late Republic and early Empire legionaries and their organization.

Please click to enlarge image.

Please keep in mind that this infographic does not suit to become a reference for any academic papers on the Romans, as it was made mostly from memory for my design class. Also, due to lack of space, I have decided to not spill all minor details about them carrying all their tools and rations during a march, that the chain of command is far more complex, that they not always won such as the case of the tragic assault in Teutoberg Forest at 9 CE, that...

Okay, point is that I could go on and on about tactics and history, but at the very least this will give the barebones of what someone interested might want to know.

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And the tasks just keep on coming. Excuse the lack of content these days, especially nearing the final tests.

The Making of Kirito's Coat

I never expected that for our design class, we would be doing cosplays. Sure, some groups picked Kylo Ren and Rey and Cinderella, but I never expected more picked guys like Kaneki and Sora and Erza Scarlet. And finally, I never expected nobody picked Kirito. So me and Mr. Arno, my partner for this one, did.

Our school uniform consist of a labcoat that we must wear in the lab. we found that these coats would be an easy start for Kirito's Blackwrym Coat.

Some teacher's policies: if you forget your labcoat, buy another. Amusing that some could have 5 or 6 labcoats at a time. So we bought from a friend at two for the price of one.

Dismantling continues. It seemed that I needed to remove every joint of one piece and sew it to the other labcoat to make the sleeves and underside longer, matching Kirito's specs.

At this point, Arno already said that I shall wear it during the show at the end. Dang. But that'll be cool. Probably.

The Blackwrym's sleeve extensions were tough. I finally found a piece big enough that I could cut parts from. Then, the rest I could cut out parts for the belt.

No one said that we need to sew ourselves. It would take years.

So, after 45 minutes hanging around telling the tailor what to do, Kirito's coat is constructed. I know, the stitches will show, but we're running on low budget here. All of that and what will come cost below Rp 150000 (around US$ 11.50). Good enough.

And thus, the Blackwrym was dyed as it should be. Actually the proper procedure was to heat it up as it was submerged, but my house didn't have a used pot.

So I dyed it twice.

Result? Very grey. It was not the color I was hoping for, where the real Blackwrym was pitch black, but good enough for an amateur.

It turned out that the white rims could't be sewn on due to the size and funky places, so I was forced to glue on each part to make the deadline.

Meanwhile, my partner made the 'metal' bits, including Elucidator, from cardboard. I left him to that.

Then, he spray painted them. Shame the Elucidator was a bit wobbly when I held it, but meh. Details.

 Flashy.

Perth Edutrip, Day Ten: Back to Perth and Back to Home

I am still uncertain about posting pictures of the class here, so for now we'll just skip straight to my last day at Australia. There weren't any overly interesting events that happened, anyway.

So, in the morning, where we usually stay in bed until seven in the morning, I set up my alarm for 4:45 AM at the Thursday, as we must depart for Perth at six, sharp. The chill was... damned chilly, and I shivered like never before. That's the best I could describe it.

I bid my homestay parents farewell in the dark of the morning. The bus was already waiting in front of the Margaret River Senior High, and all of us boarded for our final excursion: to Perth! Goodbye, Margaret River.

We had a potty break half an hour into the journey. We parked in front of a lake, and the view was dominated by maneuvering birds.

Everyone else were playing in the playground. Perhaps childishness. Perhaps simple boredom.

After the three-hour long drive--one where I spent on watching Youtube and a game of Banished--we arrived at Elizabeth Quay, which was just opened earlier this year. We quickly looked around, and got wowed by the high-tech public toilets there.

Anyway, this here is Bell Tower, a strange-looking structure at the center of the place.

While it was just opened, it seems many already visited and immortalized their love (I shall never understand this) here with the locks in the front of Bell Tower.

After about half an hour of mucking around, we went to Hay Street, and were given free reign of what to do.

Me, I'll just do some street photography while searching for the third book of Artemis Fowl, which I've been looking for since two years ago.

Me and my buddy decided to buy a Subway.

No, the edible kind.

At the food court below Hay Street (apparently they need not have any fear at all for floods), we ordered (served by a waitress who put in salt and pepper inside our subway after asking my buddy "Would you want salt and pepper with that?", to which he answered "No, thanks.")  and sat and munched away. 

In front of us, an old man fed his father. Well... I'm sorry to both of you, for taking this without permission; if you ever come here and do not want this picture to be shown, please do tell.

Hay Street was indeed very busy, and many people did things other than shopping, such as this man, harking tales of salvation. A rare sight in Australia, where there are 30 people in a Sunday mass at Margaret River, compared to the more than a thousand per mass, for seven scheduled masses weekly. Crazy.

Alas, as rich as Australia is, there are also homeless people there. This man played the accordion quite beautifully, and after we gave him some coins, I asked to take his picture.

Some also work for charity, for example this guy, that dragged a large piano through Hay Street. Fascinating little instrument, there. From what I could tell, Perth is a pretty generous city, after all (with so many coins you don't want to be bothered counting).

Then, we have the medieval-themed buildings in a nice little alley. Interesting contrast with the tall skyscrapers behind.

There are also some older buildings in Perth as well. In the bustling William Street opposite to Hay Street, there was this old tower. The clouds were also something there.

Then, it was twelve o'clock. We rushed back to our bus (After finally finding Artemis Fowl: The Eternity Code!) and stopped by at KFC for lunch.

And then, the airport. The dreaded tearful farewell.

Ascent (My favorite pic there, do check it out in my DeviantArt.)

And farewell to Perth.

Hello, overly-populated, quite-filthy, blazing-hot hometown. I've missed Jakarta.

And so the tale from one week ago closes.

Perth Edutrip: Day Seven: School Excursion

In the Monday, all ten of us, plus our buddies and the teachers, went out of the school for an excursion around Margaret River. Being the tourist town it is, there were many other attractions in the place that were constructed by man, and not nature, which I have visited through the weekends.

All photos taken with my Canon EOS 600D, and sadly, I still have no time to go over all my handpicked photos (still a thousand remaining of two) and edit them.

The first place we went to was Amaze'n Maze, a place where there are mazes and puzzles all around. First we went to the big hedge maze, where we must find the center, plus several garden benches dotted around.

Shame I have no pictures good and proper enough to share here. There were only green mazes and embarrassing pictures of our group. That being said, we still had some interesting time in getting lost and retracing our steps--and failing, where finally we exited through an emergency exit. 

We also played some of the more puzzling games, including one which even our math teacher could not solve, before coming to the cafe for a snack of more scones. Funny, some of our Aussie friends do not know the traditional way of eating scones: split in half, a dollop of jam, then smear cream.

The second place, one that I liked best for its... let's say, alluring beauty, was Lake Cave.

Lake Cave is the deepest cave system in Western Australia. By judging the age of fallen trees around the mouth of the cave where the ground had crumbled down, it’s over seven hundred years old.

Now, at this point I just realized that I forgot to charge up my battery the previous night, and it had two bars left--I should only be able to take some more pictures, say a hundred or two.

Along that time, rainwater seeped in slowly, depositing dissolved calcium carbonate as stalactites, which hang tight to the roof, and stalagmites, which might reach the ceiling, and countless little hollow stalactites known as straws.

Where the stalagmites and stalactites meet they form columns, this one already broken of age. In the light of the flashlight, we could see the white calcium, which we aren't allowed to touch of fear of being discolored.

This formation is called Dragon’s Head, for an apparent reason: it does look like a dragon drinking from the puddle beneath. From where we stood, looking at the dragon, our guide switched the lights off, producing a total darkness. It’s not often you could experience nature’s handicrafts such as this cave, which made the cave so interesting for me.

After a lunch of soggy chicken and chips (with flies buzzing around in the park, instead of birds), we headed to the Margaret River Chocolate Factory. We were only given twenty minutes to pick our chocolate.

The free samples were immediately attacked by us and other visitors. Some of them barbaric.

Until now, I really hoped I bought more chocolate. They were freshly made from pure chocolate there, but as I said before, food there is expensive.

Finally, there was the Sunflower Animal Farm. I have no idea why they only gave us 25 minutes there to run around and see all sorts of animals. We rushed to grab a bucket of animal food--veggies and grain and bread--then immediately looked at each pen. The one immediately next to the entrance was some little goats.

There were also all sorts of avian creatures: ducks, turkey, some geese too, I believe, and more Aussie birds I didn't have the honor of identifying. 

Now, this was the moment where my camera battery died. Thankfully, I could still squeeze around two dozen shots by ejecting and re-inserting the battery.

More goats, which I fed. Think I took too long here, so that I rushed several of the last pens.

Aww.

And surely, I need to spend time with the kangaroos. There were some in my homestay, but they were quite far away, and photographing with binoculars is out of question.

Yet another must-see animal: the emu. This one was quite hard to take a picture, always moving around, seemingly always about to break into a run, such the flightless bird it is.

These two similar animals, the camelids, llamas, and alpacas. I put down my bucket of food to take a picture of the emu, who was in the same pen as the llama, and it just emptied that bucket while I wasn't looking. Dang.

The alpaca could be differentiated by that tuft of hair. I got lucky to get a good shot of Alf as my battery became really critical.

And, while entering the bunny pen, my battery died for good. People were all there, hugging several bunnies and some guinea pigs, who were munching at veggies. I had none remaining.

Meanwhile, some went to the pigsties. The pigs were massive. Even the little ones--a dozen of them--were the size of big household dogs. And stinky, and eats everything that smells, including their own digestive remnants, and your hand if you're not careful. No pictures of them, sadly, for the camera must rest.

We went ten minutes overtime, when we must return or be left behind (though it is not that long of a walk to the school). That was an immensely fascinating trip, though, seeing more places of interest in Margaret River. Shame our time was crunched and my battery was dying or dead.