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Karatha
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Arrived at Karatha, (pronounced car arthur) yesterday after about 600k. The scenery is becoming more rugged and primative with less vegetation.
We are sat here in the shade in 35 degree temparatures, ocassionally swatting flies and looking down on the small crested pigeon looking longingly at us from about a foot away. Sorry pal, no spare food today.
Since our arrival here, we have visited Dampier, a port with superb turquoise water upon which bulk ore carriers load for their journeys to Japan and SE Asia.
We have also visited Roeborne, the oldest established town in the north of Western Australia. The town gaol museum was a wealth of history. It was built in 1896, a long time ago by local standards, yet less than twice my lifetime ago. The Aboriginal prisoners were much in need for hard labour in those days because there was a n act of parliament forbidding white prisoners from working north of the 26th parallel, about 800k south of here. Something to do with the heat killing them, poor things.
We have had two days here which is quite long enough to assess the bird life. My report is as follows:-
Big, unkempt, unwashed, horrendously ugly, squawking off white parrots with no other colouring than puppy shit white, squawk squawk squawk in their thousands, with the cackle of a million witches casting unbelievably evil spells whilst stirring their black, smoking, evil smelling cauldrons. Sorry, I got a bit carried away then but I had to get it off my chest. Tomorrow is another day. It might be cheap, cheap, cheap, pretty, pretty little feathers from now on. On the whole we were fairly lucky because we saw a parrot lying dead, deceased, expired, popped it's clogs, no longer with us, in a litter bin and it was definitely not a Norwegian Blue.
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