It was time to say good bye to Derby. I had a quick cuddle with the French Bulldog across the way. His owner is travelling by herself apparently he sits up front in his seat belt and retires to the lounge when he’s had enough. Wilko has told me that a side effect of the gray nomad boom is the Windorah Widow. A female who has been married to a fellow gray nomad finds herself widowed. Once she buries Reg in the Windorah caravan park she discovers that she doesn’t know who to couple up the caravan and is now destined to spend the rest of her life in the Windorah caravan park 500m from Reg’s grave. At least that’s one less vanner on the highway.
Becs and I popped in to the Norvall gallery in Derby and had a chat to a few locals men who were painting what was effectively a map of the area including the route that Brooksie, Wilko and I will be taking. The road to Derby is all sealed and comparatively easy. We made the obligatory stop at the Broome Toyota dealership who had wheelnuts but weren’t able to deliver on new
wheel studs or a new rim. What could go wrong? I also tried Greg at the local ARB who said he’d call around town for me on the rim. I developed a lot of confidence in people called Greg so with renewed confidence we checked into the Cable Beach Resort. It’s one of those resorts where you whizz around on golf carts which is great if you don’t have to carry a 35 litre camp fridge full of food.
Becs and I had a lovely walk along cable beach and then decided on a few wines at a bar overlooking the beach to take in sunset. I asked the black tighted barmaid where she was from only to discover she was from Italy, although she’d been living in Freemantle for a while.
The next day Becs and I decided to check out the sights of Broome before heading to the airport. We went to the Japanese war cemetery, Chinatown where we made an amazing discovery (canned wine) so we bought 4 litres and then went to the museum which was very interesting. Broome’s fame is of course built on it’s pearling industry, hence the
At the airport I did the passenger switch successfully with Brooksie joining for Broome to Alice Springs and Wilko joining for Alice Springs to Sydney.
We were a bit concerned about the accommodation as Wilko had changed the reservation for Brooksie so I was half expecting 3 of us in a double bed. Maighan at reception looked after us splendidly and she was the only non-backpacker in hospitality in the Kimberleys. We asked about pronounciation of her name which was of course “Maighan” which makes it a lot easier than the woman in the royal wedding.
We had a bit of a drive around town fuelling up and re-stonking. Greg didn’t come through on the wheel rim and I’m worried about Wilko who over the few days before he arrived become fixated on the wheel rim and was even keen to bring one on the plane. That night it was beers and curry at Matsos.
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