Also this one got wiped by our great blog app……so take 2:
After packing up and making sure the alternator is where it’s supposed to be we leave without a hitch and take the winding road between mountains and passing more Boab trees.
Then at 10.45 am we reach the border between Northern Territory (NT) and Western Australia (WA) which for the first time is a real controlled border.
We have to pull over and declare some potatoes as we couldn’t decide whether they were veggies or fruit. The guy didn’t care and we had to throw it out as well as the carrots and cauliflower we were planning to eat during the morning trip. After some inspection of the bus and trailer we were through. Marjo let out a sigh of relief as she was afraid they would confiscate her seed pots (no seeds), her rocks (no bugs) or red sand (nothing but sand).
I hear you ask: “so, what’s different in WA?” and we are prepared for just such a question:
– it feels like we’re thrown back in time. Not only is road repair here by the bucket as we saw in QLD.
But also the clock is turned back 1 hour and thirty minutes. So suddenly it’s 9.15 am!
– the cattle here seems to like to highway better than their paddocks
– people are better off than in NT or there’s better security as the roadside solar panels are still in place
Then we take the turnoff to Lake Argyle, a man made land sea the size of 18 times Sydney Harbour (which seems to be a generally accepted means of measure of water bodies in Australia). The drive to the lake and the lake itself are stunning.
Then we stop for lunch on a field with real grass. I can’t describe how nice it feels to have real juicy grass under your toes, the green lush leaves tickling your foot soles, the smell of the moist, the green colour. Ah well, you get the picture.
Nossi and Dotti drink some water and Marjo shoots some interesting tree which seems to have orchids growing in them.
Then we find some water for the dogs to cool down in and they gladly accept.
And it becomes time to go onto Kununurra for some shower, washing and shopping.
We stop to see if the river is nice, but it works out that the water has inaccessible high edges and weed cover where unpleasant animals could be lurking. It is lunchtime after all.
Then after some more views we come to Kununurra, go to the Hidden Valley camping and find a spot between many many tent campers. It seems that this is the camping where the French go when they leave their country as all we hear is cackling French young man and women. And it never stops 🙂 On the drive, Dotti feels all rested and happy.
While Marjo takes up the vibe, I do some well needed laundry and soak in the pool (very nice cold and shady). Then it’s Marjo’s turn.
Later on she goes for a wander around the Merima National Park that starts at the camping back fence.
That night we did not get a lot of rest. The French keep at it, keeping Marjo listening and I get woken up by some animal in a tree that seems to imitate an alarm, 15 second beeps on, 3 seconds off. 15 seconds on, 3 seconds off, 15 seconds on, 3 seconds on, ………
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