It was not without a tinge of sadness that we pulled out of Broome. Our seven nights there just seemed to drift by so quickly and we were settling into something of a routine. Perhaps it was because we had enjoyed Broome so much that we only managed to make it 123 km south before pulling up stumps on that driving caper. We hung a right off the Great Northern Highway for a quick jaunt on the dirt road into Barn Hill Station. Continue reading “Day 43-45 Barn Hill… Photographic Bewilderment”
Had you been sailing the West Australian coast a hundred or so years back and prior to any settlements, it’s not really clear why you would have picked Roebuck Bay to establish a town. Unlike Sydney or other major coastal cities there is no great harbour, just a peninsula where the vast outback meets the vast Indian Ocean. Scarcely a sand dune separates the two. Broome obviously came to be because of the money in pearl shell. Broome continues to be because of the money in tourists. The tourists come because the colours are exquisite, the Indian Ocean is warm, the history is rich and the pearls are pearly white. Continue reading “Day 38-41 Colours of Broome”
‘Watch your step as you get off the plane. We have a couple of pets down there, and they bite’. No kidding. As we stepped off the seaplane and onto the pontoon three or four unmistakably sharkish shapes could be seen swimming just below the surface. We were in Talbot Bay, the water was blue and clear and all around us the reddish cliffs and hills of the Buccaneer Archipelago stood. The seaplane was tethered to a little complex of pontoons; a floating hotel, harbor and picnic spot. Two sleek looking boats with both with twin ‘V6’ engines the size of wheelie bins stood at the ready, one slightly larger than the other. Continue reading “Day 37 Horizontal Falls”
8 itchy feet 