Leaving Halls Creek there were sights to see but I had my heart set on Broome.
A stop at the big Boab on the side of the road.
It 43 years since, as a young man, since I was last riding a motorcycle up in north Western Australia, the Kimberley.
The road was unsealed and rough then.
Remnants of the old road still exist. Including the old corrugated iron shed that was the garage.
When I had some bike problems all those years ago. The owners let me use a corner of the workshop to replace the head gasket on my Norton Commando!
Finally Broome and the end of the Savannah Way crossing the north of Australia from the Pacific to the Indian Oceans.
And swim at Cable Beach. My first swim in the ocean since late June in Queensland.
With its Camel Rides,
Sunsets,
Coastal birds
And the Stairway to the Moon.
Given Western Australia’s covid free status and Broome’s beautiful weather it’s crowded and I had to camp 25km out of town for a couple of nights.
It was a good place to give the Steinbock a wash.
In company with the bush birds like this little Sparrowhawk
Now I have a room in a hostel in the town of Broome which is in the throws of its annual festival, the Shinju Matsuri.
But more on that next post.