It seems appropriate to start today's notes about the end of the day. There is something very pleasant about the Tropics in the dry season. Broome definitely fits this mould. Being able to sit outside on a pleasantly warm evening and watch the sun setting over than mangroves, while sipping a mango beer just makes everything feel good. I can imagine it would be hard to feel stressed while doing it. Although I'll be the first to admit that it might be different if you had to work here, rather than just relaxing with a cold beer...
But all that comes later. The day started with listening to the rain falling on my swag while trying to ignore the needs of my bladder. Thankfully, there wasn't much of it and it soon ended so I could emerge and check the effect which amounted to the horrifying total of slightly damp camp chair and shoes which weren't covered properly when I went to bed. Bugger. Still, a couple of hours loitering and the swag dried enough to be rolled up and the drive could start.
On paper, today should have been easy. Only 460kms. The reality was that where yesterday was engaging, today wasn't. Mostly plains, scrub bushland and long straight bits of road. For anyone that's driven from Perth to Kalgoorlie, or along the Nullabor, this is up there with them on a boredom-whilst-driving scale.
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| One of several Peacocks at Sandfire Roadhouse. But no Peahens? |
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| Sandfire Roadhouse |
So I arrived at the end of the day a bit more fatigued than normal to find Matso's brewery is the other side of the street from the motel I'm crashing in. Ahhh , Mango beer in warm weather (somehow doesn't work as well in cooler weather). Hello old friend, let's get reacquainted...
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| Matso's Brewery |
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