Well after days and days of eating sandstone dust with our Wallaby and Kangaroo stew we have made it to Broome, our psychiatric adviser says we should recover but it could take some time.
Tonia suggests we write a documentary for the S.A.S. describing the new type of torture she has been subjected to. The plus side for Tonia was the excitement she derived from collecting all the bits and pieces that were falling off vehicles onto the roadside: new battery, spanners etc.
Car and trailer manufacturers should use this route to test their products to destruction, 33% of trailers suffered major failure of key components, most vehicles had multiple damage. Our Land Rover however escaped relatively well, the instrument panel fell off, a few new rattles and that was it.
Corrugations: days and days of corrugations, brain numbing corrugations, the noise, vibration and destruction. It really was horrendous in places. Since we left the Tarmac at Kununrra on 04/07/2012 we have travelled around 1,900 km on dirt tracks, this is the equivalent of Dunedin to Picton and back, or Exeter to Scotland and back, it is a long way on poor quality tracks, so now we are rejoicing in the merits of Tarmacadam in Broome.
Seriously was it worth it?
On the early part of The Gibb River route we took a little used section:The Old Karanjie track, this proved to be a great track, we saw only two other people all day and found a superb spot to settle for the night next to The Pentecost River, our camp was about 10 feet above the river, this fellow was our neighbor:
The Boab trees are wide spread around The Kimberleys, this one is so big Tonia is inside its trunk looking out
I found this fellow wandering around, he may have been a Bustard
This was another special camping spot under a Boab, I drive across country for an hour trying to follow a track on the GPS but it was not on the ground, the result was this camp, we could see for miles in all directions, not a single soul or light anywhere: magic.
This was a biggy