Woke up this morning to a very blustery wind. (Could it have been anything else?). Useful for drying out BT as last night we sat out to watch the sunset again and it was certainly colder. An amazing dew landed with less subtly than a very tired duck .
Everything was soaking. But anyway the wind sorted that out thankfully.
Overall score for 80 mile Beach is a 8 out of 10. Interestingly (or not, depending...) there was no one down there at night - apart from us. Beach, Sea, Stars and some rather dodgy photos (including possibly a UFO?)
Oh the Sunset last night wasn't as good as the night before but it tried it's best.
Meh, OK, it wasn't bad actually.
Which links me neatly to Al back at camp:
She is looking at where we can stay in Broome. That afternoon we had the joys of listening for two hours the campsite special live band. Imagine an retirement residence and one of the inmates allowed to sing karaoke. Now add a almost live drummer and backing vocals by a dear old lady that did manage to stand up. Now increase your imagination to 'The Streets of London', 'Tie a Ribbon Around (my neck?)', 'New York, New York' 'Australia Fair' (yes seriously).
For two hours.
Poor Al. I've never seen 'culture' do this to her so I tried to stop my humming along.
Which leads me very cleverly to pictures of shells. Lots of them out there on 80 mile Beach. (The shells not the photos).
See, told you.
Al went for runs and stamped all over them but I think that's allowed since most of them were dead. (Well, about 20%).
Then put into context how far she has come from:
Pretty cool really. Makes me tired just thinking about it.
Anyway. We left 80 mile Beach after chasing down bits and pieces of our camp that was blowing away.
It was a dusty windy drive along more amazing straight roads. Weirdly sometimes overtaking a roadtrain (up to 53.5metres in length) can be tricky since the road ahead is so long and flat that the mirage affect takes place so it can be hard to see. Plus traveling at 110kmph seems like 40. I find shutting my eyes, screaming, and hoping for the best seems to work.
After 4 hours though of rather dull bush scenery and the most boring drive ever into Broome we arrived ... in Broome.
We were ready to deal with the overcrowding and try and squeeze in to a camping site. Backpackers everywhere. The campsite we tried had to put us into the 'overflow' site. Backpacker Party zone. The space was already occupied by some young thing that hadn't renewed her checkout time (It was 1pm and they should have renewed by 10am). She promptly had a panic attack as her rather dopey friends looked on confused.) Next door's tent (about three inches away) pointed out (not the tent itself but the 'people' surrounding it) that it wouldn't matter if they moved since they would probably be passed out that night at the arranged beach party.
Here's the best shot I could get without being mugged.
To cut a long story short we got a good deal (for Broome) on some accommodation. The woman bumped us up a room size for the same price since we started talking about names, children, drunk family members etc etc. Actually I think it was Al's hair that did it judging by Kristy's (the woman's) tattoos.
View from our new accommodation. Thanks Kristy!
We also went for a walk on Cable Beach. Al has some pics that I think she is posting.
More from Broome tomorrow.
