Day 5 – Broome to Derby (220 km)

With only a short distance to travel today, it was a lazy start. I woke at around 3am, still hoping for my body-clock to adjust to going to bed so early… I can’t remember the last time I had >8 hrs sleep. So, I sat in my chair outside in a nice 24c breeze listening to the waves break below and snoozed.

A gentle tour around Broome, visiting the famous Cable Beach (with a very low tide):

Then back to Roebuck Bay for a final treat (with Mr. OzFox):

The scenery was kinda similar to the PH-Broome ride – flat, but changing vegetation, and lots of flood plains:

They also had these mounts – termites I assume, but not the normal tall/thin kind – dinosaur droppings I was telling myself:

… and the regular kind:

Another pitstop – this time to douse my shirt with water to help cool down. The temp departing Broome at midday was around 32c, it rose to around 37 within an hour and stayed there, with the odd nudge of 38/39.

It was so hot/humid that I think it got purple, with the taste of prime numbers, and the feeling of lemons… but I may have been a hallucinating.

The water did the trick – for about 20 minutes when it dried up. As usual though, approaching the Derby and the ocean it dropped a little down to 36.

On the entry to the town you pass (or not as was the case for me) the famous Boab tree – used as a gaol for aborigines in the late 1800s. It’s famous – but for all the wrong reasons…

I fueled up, grabbed some food/water, and then rode around a bit (wanting to leave for Halls Creek at sparrow’s fart):

My twin Jenni and I were born in Derby (a long, long time ago) at the local hospital. It’s been expanded/upgraded since then of course. The maternity ward is now a mental health and drug rehab facility – I’m not sure what to make of that!?!?!? It probably speaks volumes.

Checked into the Kimberly Entrance Caravan Park for the night – still hot as I type (28c @ 7:30pm) – I could be in the chair again tonight as long as there are no bugs around.

Ciao.

Ps. There’s a male peacock here that might be my dinner tomorrow night – if the f***er doesn’t shut the f**k up!