The bus ride was 20+ hours. Sounds daunting, but in actuality, wasn’t terrible. It definitely was better than a cut-rate economy flight for comfort. The seat wasn’t bad, though it didn’t recline as much as a train seat, and didn’t quite have the same legroom. But, I had no seatmate, and was able to sprawl across two. The bio breaks were a fairly daunting 6-hours apart though, tough on a old-man bladder.
Pulling into Broome, and my AirBnB host was there to meet me and give me a ride to the house. That was nice, and totally above and beyond. Hilary has been the best host so far in my journeying. Her dog Tex is a lovable idiot, and she is greatly accommodating and just a great person. She made me dinner! Her place is about 1.75 km from the shopping area, which isn’t far, and I get to walk past the airport, which is always fun.
I did a wander around the peninsula, painful hip notwithstanding, and had an enjoyable day doing so. I absorbed the history of the area’s pearl industry, its painful experiences in WWII, and marveled at the natural beauty of the beaches and rocks. And I ticked a few more bird-boxes on my life list. Last night, I got to see the “Staircase of the Moon” where the (in my case nearly) full moon rises over a low tide in the bay, creating a sharp reflection. My phone didn’t do it even a modicum of justice.
I’m here for a few more days, then… I’m not sure. I’ve a plan, but it’s pending a visa, and I’ve a Plan B if it doesn’t come through in time. Stay tuned, and in the meantime, enjoy the poor representatives of what I got to see with my very own failing eyes.