Broome
It was one of the worst drives we’ve
done – the landscape did not change the entire 300 or so km and the kids were
loud and raucous and Simon and I had not had our morning coffee as we had run
out. A lethal combination.
I was surprised by my own emotion as we
drove towards Broome playing our favourite Missy Higgins/Ernie Dingo song “Driving up the dusty red highway”. It
was what I was playing a lot when Simon was in hospital after his heart-attack
and we began to dream to do this trip earlier than we had been planning. The emotion caught me by surprise as it
reminded me of how difficult those times were and the feeling of quiet
happiness that we were ‘living our dream’ as they say.
Driving up the dusty red highway
I’ve got this freedom blowing wind in
my hair
Soaking up this wild desert country
All my troubles are gone I don’t care.
Hey Mama I can just smell your fish
soup and rice
I’m coming back home to you
Not cut out for this city life
Soon I’ll be dreaming in Broome….
Stephen Pigram
We got into Roebuck Bay Caravan Park
when it was dark after doing a massive shop, ate hot chicken sandwiches
followed down by cherry ripes and enjoyed hearing the raucous noises of the
locals in the next door park ALL NIGHT LONG!
In the morning when Otto woke up in the
pre-dawn light we were really taken aback with the view we had over the
beautiful Roebuck Bay! One of the few
pleasures of setting up the tent in the dark is discovering where you are the
next morning.
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