EMBeach to Broome

My cabin was at the very far end of the caravan park, far away from any wi-fi connection. On checkout, I was told you could stand next to the big rock just outside the shop and get reception. I wish they had told me that at the beginning! Also, the TV was too far away from things to get a signal. So, I went to bed early and slept for about 11 hours. I must have needed a rest!

Next morning, I was woken at 7.30 by the arrival of a road train delivering bricks. I made breakfast and sat outside in the sun. (It was too cold inside). I had to ward off a persistent little bird who wanted to eat my porridge. There was also a friendly Spinifex pigeon:

Here he is sitting on my fence. Behind him, at the next cabin, is a well-travelled MG (more about this car later down the road):

I had been advised by a man from one of the caravans to leave as late as possible near checkout time of 10.00 am, in order to avoid clouds of dust on the gravel road. It was a relief to reach the bitumen  of the Gt Northern Highway without incident, but the first thing I saw was the little white MG with a flat tyre. When I met them again later, they said it was caused by something sharp on the last of cattle grids on the gravel road.

I made a quick stop at Stanley, a “24 hour Stopping Place”, one of two on this stretch of road, with shady trees and toilets. After this, not needing any more fuel, I pressed on to Broome, with a brief lunch stop at Roebuck Bay Roadhouse. A car pulled up next to me: it was the white MG.

This car has been everywhere: Egypt, Africa and more! The owners told me it was 57 years old!

It was lovely to checkin at Beaches of Broome. This is an up-market backpackers, where I had booked a private room; it has a great location, minutes from Cable Beach and two doors away from The Wharfe Restaurant. Later I enjoyed a barramundi curry and a glass of prosecco to celebrate my arrival: