All my adult life, I’ve wanted to holiday in Broome. Pretty much ever since they started promoting it on Perth Radio as a winter destination. Though given the mild weather in Perth while we were there, I don’t think they need it, and we should move it closer to Melbourne, haha.
Some readers might be aware though that Darren and I were very ill in the fortnight before we went away. Darren with swine flu (during which I worried about him a lot and considered taking him to hospital more than once), myself with whooping cough. For those who don’t know, apparently your vaccinations to whooping cough (that you have as a baby) wear off when you are in your mid-thirties. And it’s been on the rise for some years, leading to an epidemic in the northern rivers of NSW, which is where my Mum lives, and I visited her two weeks earlier. I blame the prevalence of hippies in that region. If they’d seen a baby with whooping cough (as I have), they wouldn’t risk their children by not vaccinating them. Whooping cough is no easier for adults. In fact, I was diagnosed when I went to the Dr in hysterics because I’d been unable to sleep for coughing the entire night before. Not to mention the other unmentionable consequences of coughing as violently as I had been. Anyway, both of us made it back to work in time to do two days of work before buggering off on holidays. \o/
So, leaving Barry in the care of the lovely and wonderful housesitter Anna, we snuck off early in the morning, heavily laden with luggage (for we were to head South to Perth after Broome and had been told that it was freezing there) and flew to Broome. We headed off to our accommodation, the wonderful and now highly recommended Frangipani Resort, which was blissfully quiet the whole time we were there, and had a beautifully quiet pool as well. After we’d put on appropriate clothes and stocked the fridge with food-type goods and plenty of alcohol, we headed out to do touristic things. I’ll not give a blow-by-blow account of all our days there, instead, I’ll say that we tended to get out in the morning, head back and spend the afternoon by the pool and then head out in the evening (either to the beach or for dinner), very much as we did with our trip to Darwin. The best way to cope with a warm climate IMO is to do very little in the heat of the afternoon, which also means you’re not out in the sun getting sunburnt too. :)
Anyway, we went to Gantheaume Point, where sadly the tide was too high to walk out and find the dinosaur footprints – though on our second visit, it may have been low enough IF we’d had a guide to take us out there and show them to us (but we were too scared of the rapidly changing tides compared with the time it might take us to locate them!). Still, the contrast of the red pindan soils with the blue blue of the sea and sky was amazing.
Looking North towards Cable Beach.
Walking down to the point.
Obligatory tourist photo
This shot was a complete accident but has garnered a lot of comments. I liked the drama of the sky behind Darren. Others have noticed something else…
This amuses me.
Lighthouse keeper’s “cottage”. I LOVE this shot, the dirt, the sky, everything. Though I wish I’d had some low-speed slide film and a polariser on the lens. Then it would be even more poppy with the colours.
Looking south-east around the point towards the township
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