Saturday 10 August 2024 – All the general admin associated with getting from Mantarays to Exmouth Airport to Perth Airport to the QT hotel to dinner to overnight to Perth Airport to our next destination went perfectly smoothly, and so here we are at said next destination, having traveled some 2,800km. We have got only as far as Broome, about 950km from Exmouth as the Australian raven flies, but time pressures and airline schedules governed the choice of route.

We arrived at the Mangrove Hotel slightly before our room was ready for us, so there was nothing for it but to deal with the housekeeping’s laxity by going to the bar.

Jane’s preparatory research about Things To Do, and the look and feel of the place that hit us as we took our places and our beers, is that there is a very different, and quite relaxed, vibe about Broome. For example, the main restaurant here is called Johnny Sausage, which carries a set of implicit brand values rather different from what we experienced in Perth.  The temperature, according to the nice man who drove our aeroplane, is 34°C, which in England would likely be intolerably hot; certainly when we had temperatures like that in Spain or Grenada, it was not comfortable.  Here, it’s absolutely delightful, from which I infer that the humidity is very low. The sun is stinging hot, but in the shade, accompanied by a glass of something cold, one feels one could sit and relax forever.

Helping the general pleasantness is the view.

It is easy to see why this is called the Mangrove Hotel.

The colour of the water is simply wonderful. In North America, this would be result of glacial flow; here, it’s due to shallow water, sand and blue skies.

There’s a lot of birdlife to watch, as well.  Inevitably, there are gulls,

in this case Hartlaub’s Gulls, once considered a subspecies of the Silver Gulls we saw in such profusion in Perth, and there are flocking loads of them, all looking to pirate food from the restaurant tables.

We also saw several Black Kites

many White Ibises,

and a Rainbow Bee Eater

which was sometimes being followed by another one

which was presumably a Ga Amma.

We took an early evening meal and the opportunity for a reasonably early night, as we had to be up and at ’em quite promptly the next morning.

Sunday 11 August 2024 – dawned and, having a day at leisure, we went for a walk. Obviously.

But first, we caught the bus. We were out of the hotel by 0728, as this was the time for the First Bus of the day. Broome is really quite spread out and so walking between the various points of interest being not really a sensible choice, we opted to catch the Broome Explorer bus, and buy a hop-on, hop-off pass. The reason we caught the very first bus is that this is the only one that goes to Gantheaume Point, something that we were interested to see and to use as a starting point for a walk back to Broome, which we had been told would be about 5km.

Because the bus goes round the houses before driving out to the point, it was 8am as we started our walk towards the point, which is about 500m from the bus stop, with a Straw-Necked Ibis overseeing us as we went.

Our interest was, in principle, two-fold. Firstly, there are outcrops of sandstone, which make for striking rock formations. Some of these were deposited in shallow water in the Early Cretaceous period, about 130 million years ago, Secondly, footprints from dinosaurs of that time and plant fossils are preserved in the sandstone. At very low tide, dinosaur footprints can apparently be seen about 30 metres out to sea. We weren’t expecting to see these footprints, but were interested in the rock formations.

As you approach, the outlook is not all that promising. There’s a skeletal lighthouse

(not suitable for Skeletal Lamping, which is from a different country)  and a few rocks visible.

Then you get close and

it’s very striking indeed. My favourite formation was this one.

It was, apparently, possible to see what one chap swears were dinosaur footprints, and people were out scouting the area he was indicating

but neither Jane nor I were up for scrambling down to take a look (and then having to scramble back up again).  There was a representation of dinosaur footprints up where we were,

which we think were made with a plaster cast of the real thing. But we’re not sure.

Our plan was to walk back to the (“world-famous” according to the audio commentary in the bus) Cable Beach area of Broome, starting from the beach near the bus stop

and aiming for the Divers Tavern, near Cable Beach, where we would seek breakfast. Or, at least, a beer.

It’s possible to do the walk entirely along the beach, but a sign indicated that there were other trails available through dunes and bush as well, which we thought we would aim for. The trouble was that there didn’t appear to be any signage for the trails.

We walked along the beach for quite a way, on sand which was quite firm in places and somewhat hard work in others. We kept an eye out for possible trails leading away from the beach but seemed to be covering a lot of distance without seeing anything.

We crossed a patch of very damp sand with a strange covering

(here it is in close-up)

which might be the excavations of a crab or other creature?  Again, we’re not sure.

Eventually, we saw a trail marker which led away from the beach, and decided to take it, on the basis that we were fed up with walking on sand in what had become very hot sunshine. A certain amount of robust debate ensued as to whether this track was a good idea, and bits of it involved crashing through overgrowth, which was not particularly rewarding.  But eventually we came across a path through the bush

which led us to a road close to the Divers Tavern, by which time (about 1045) we  had covered a total of about 10km, were very hot, quite tired and ready for a glass of something cold.

The Divers Tavern doesn’t open until 11am.

Bugger.

In the end, since a Broome Explorer bus was due before the pub opened, we decided to head back to the hotel and find some kind of sustenance there, which meant we broke our fast with burger and pizza. The accompanying beer was very welcome, though.  At a neighbouring table, there was a striking vignette of a lady who was talking to her mate on her phone, but couldn’t tear herself away from the lunch she was eating at the same time.

We saw what we thought was an Osprey, but it was too far away for a clear photo. The Rainbow Bee-eater was still on duty, too. It’s so pretty, I can’t resist sharing another photo.

After a bit of a siesta, we made use of our bus passes to do a further expedition, to look at Downtown Broome and then go to Cable Beach to see a particular sunset sight.

Broome‘s history has been dominated, since the 1880s, by the pearl industry, following the discovery of a very rich source of pearl shells. Japanese and Chinese people were skilled pearl divers and many of them set up ventures in the town. In consequence, it now has a significant China Town and a profusion of pearl emporia.  Mother of pearl was in great demand until the 1950s, when plastic became the main material for buttons; these days, the pearl industry in Broome focuses more on the production of cultured pearls.

We walked up to China Town and took a quick look in Willie Creek’s Pearl Luggers establishment. As well as selling all things pearl, they have a couple of old pearl lugger boats outside

one of which is the subject of a major restoration project.  Nearby is a reminder about what diving might have entailed.

China Town is mainly centred around Johnny Chi Lane

which was rather quiet, since today was Sunday and everything was closed. The whole place was practically deserted, which I suppose is not too surprising for 5pm on a Sunday.

The architecture is not particularly varied, and the audio track on the Broome Explorer explained that everything was built with steel and corrugated iron in order that it be robust enough to withstand a cyclone – in fact buildings had to be certified cyclone-proof.  This also explained why the buildings we’d seen in Exmouth were of similar construction.

We waited by Johnny Chi Lane for the next Broome Explorer, which gave us the chance for a (mercifully) brief encounter with a couple of the locals, who were shouting drunkenly at each other as they walked down the street, but stopped to have a chat as they passed the bus stop. On learning that we were Brits, one of them professed to be a major fan of Iron Maiden and Def Leppard. They were clearly somewhat out of it, something that is not uncommon with people of indigenous stock, and we were happy that they were quite genial and even happier that they moved on before continuing to shout at each other as they went on down the street.

Another bus stop conversation we had later that day shed a little light on a strange alcohol-related phenomenon we’d come across when ordering drinks at the bar; we couldn’t order a double gin-and-tonic. We were offered a G&T and, separately, a shot of gin, which seemed a bit strange. In the bus stop conversation, we were told that one could only buy a couple of bottles of wine at any one time, one had to show id whilst doing so, and the transaction was logged so that one couldn’t then go elsewhere and buy more wine. It would seem not unrelated with the difficulties that the indigenous population has had in dealing with the alcohol that colonisers brought with them.

Cable Beach was a popular place to be that Sunday afternoon; lots of picnickers

and a fair few people on the beach itself.

It seemed that people were there to enjoy the sunset. We were there, though, to check out a particular scene, which was sunset camel rides. Camels were brought over to Australia in great numbers as they were more robust to withstand the extreme weather conditions than other working animals such as horses; and Australia has the largest population of wild camels in the world.

Some tame ones are used to provide rides for punters at sunset every day here in Broome, and we wanted to see this phenomenon and I wanted to photograph it. Of course.

We originally stationed ourselves up on a walkway above the beach, but then I thought a better viewpoint be down at beach level, which was a good move because once we’d moved down, we caught sight of a caravan in the distance.

So we chased along to get a better view.

 

After the ride, the camels were lined up so that people could disembark in a dignified way;

I assume they embarked the same way; much easier than the usual way which (as I understand these things) involves clambering on to a lying camel and then clinging on for dear life as it stands up.

By this time, the sun was setting in very dramatic fashion

and so we headed back to the bus stop to catch the bus home, in itself a bit of an adventure as for some reason the audio system on the bus which announces each stop was not working and  the bus driver, it seemed, was approaching the end of his shift and so was yelling out the stops amidst other, largely incomprehensible, comments. Rather than trust him, we used Google Maps to make sure we got off at the right stop and retired to our room for a welcome cup of tea.

That was it for Broome, then. It seemed slightly strange to us – very dispersed and slightly eccentric. Its population is around 15,000, which triples in its peak season (May to October), and it is the largest town of the Kimberley area.

And it is to the Kimberley area that the next segment of our trip is dedicated. Exactly what that means, and how we will be exploring it, will become clear if you keep reading these pages.