Broome, Broome........where exactly is it?
Trip Start Apr 14, 2010
96Trip End Apr 16, 2011
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"Oh sh*t! Is that where we are going?"
“How far is it? How are we going to get back to Perth?”
“Hmm, that can’t be right, the map makes it look like it’s 3,000km away.”
“How many hours would that be on a bus?”
“How are we going to get back?”
So we arrived in Broome where there was, well, very little other than a huge gorgeous beach
“There’ll be a couple of buses a day, right?”. Er no. Try 1 every 2 or 3 days. Ah.
Hire cars? No, way too expensive... something about several thousand kilometres of wear and tear.
So, in the end we decided on a compromise: we would get a bus for the first 1,500kms to Exmouth and then hire a “Wicked Camper”. These things have a pretty bad reputation in Oz because firstly they are graffiti-ed all over with crude slogans on the back, usually about Aussies, but secondly, and perhaps more importantly, they recently had to take most of the Queensland fleet off the road because they were found to be unroadworthy. But, they were cheap. Less than half the price of the cheapest hire car- and you get a place to sleep!
The bus to Exmouth was extraordinary: 17 hours of absolutely nothing....
So, after a small delay for provisioning and a round trip between petrol station and rental office because we couldn’t find where to put the petrol in, we set off down the coast, pushing the km counter reset button as we left.
It was three hours later that we saw another car in our lane. And it was a road train.
Nevertheless we headed on down the coast and spent a very fun few days seeing the sights of northern Western Australia. The coastline was absolutely stunning with huge beaches and turquoise waters and we also made detours to see Coral Bay beach, the dolphins at Monkey Mia, blowholes on the coast, the (rather small) Pinnacles national park and some stunning gorges in the outback
As we headed further south we began to see a few more people and 3,000km and seven days later we passed back through Perth and headed on to the lovely Margaret River where Dave & Mel very kindly let us gate crash their mini-break in a house on the coast with other family & friends from the UK for a leisurely couple of days of beaches (complete with dolphins), ice creams and wine & cheese-tasting - pretty much our idea of heaven. After they headed back up to Perth for last minute wed-min we carried on a little further to Pemberton to visit a final few vineyards and climb the amusing named Dave Evans tree (Evans is Dave’s surname!) before returning to Perth. The tree climb turned out to be terrifying (Sarah’s words)/sic (Gordon’s words); it was used as a fire lookout and was a huge tree with metal spikes hammered into in a spiral that you used as a ladder to climb up