Day 56
Tuesday
28 August
Broome
It is hard to believe that today marks 8 weeks on the road, where has that time gone? We woke later than usual, with no golden light streaming in through the vents to rouse as. We both rose to go to the loo, opening the door to a white blanket, we were fogged in. Our usual bright morning glow and sparkling waters were missing in action this morning and explained the horn we had heard blaring for the last little while. I guess the port didn’t want an accident.
We returned to bed and I settled in to read my book for the next 30min. Paul laid there for a while, but soon took off for the shower and when I had read to a suitable spot of my book, I also climbed out again. We had breakfast and then readied ourselves for the day. Paul was keen to play golf, so we filled the car with the clubs and made our way to the club.
After paying the green fees, we set about getting on to the course and following the holes, as we had done last week. Paul started the round off well, but when we reached a slow-moving group, his golfing Zen turned to golfing frustration and it was all downhill from that point on. It didn’t help that his joints were aching, which had me wondering if he had been bitten by something.
We completed the 9 holes, glad to see the back of the course, bundled everything in the car and returned to the van. Once back, I left Paul to go and wander along the beach. The water was up as high as I have ever seen it and I had to walk on the sand, rather than the flat rocks.
I watched for crazy crabs, that were scuttling about the beach and picked up the tiniest one to hold in my palm, before returning it to the sand. I continued to walk, disturbing a flock of seagulls resting on the shore. I watched a dozen kites circling above. At one stage, they singled out a lone seagull and I watched, believing any second it would be toast, but it flew towards me and this scared off the kites, allowing it to land safely amongst the flock.
I turned back for home, noting that the tide was on the way out again, with a little more beach available to me. I came across a tight circle of crazy crabs of all sizes that had me intrigued. I sat and watched them for a while, they were pawing and grabbing at each other and at first were happy to have me taking photos, edging closer with each shot. Eventually they began to disband and I continued on my way back to the van.
We made lunch and ate, before Paul laid down to watch a movie and I went off to use the free wifi, finally feeling like I was getting somewhere. I returned to the van when I was done and was just in time to see the final 15min of Creed.
We then decided it was time to get out and walk, so we returned the smelly sneakers to our feet and wandered up the road to Matsos. We ordered a couple of drinks and then sat in the beer garden to enjoy the sunny afternoon. I did a wander through the Sobrane art gallery located in the brewery grounds. The artworks were mostly of birds, but there were also some other native wildlife species represented. I thought the works were very cool.
When Paul finished his beer, we made our way back to the van and began putting dinner together. The town markets were on and we had to pass through it, being tempted by all of the food truck smells. Both our bellies were rumbling and eager to eat.
After dinner, I wrote up the blog to kill time before the Staircase to the Moon was to begin at 7.15pm. We set up outside the van, finding a spot on the grass to place the tripod and then wait it out. The deep orange glow was eventually spied breaching the horizon and it wasn’t long before it was in full view. The spot we were in wasn’t the best, but seeing we had already experienced the moon rising the past two nights, it wasn’t a big deal.
I waited for the rich, red moon to rise further into the sky, leaving its moonbeam trail behind in the mudflats and once I was satisfied with what was taken, we packed up the gear and returned to the van for the night.
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