We are awake as usual to hear the birds chorus at dawn……this time much finer sounds from the much smaller birds around the waterhole.
We are off before 8::00am, with Tony insisting that we go first, as he does not want to have to turn around and come back to us, should we have problems…..usually he would not know as he is that far ahead and outside CB radio range.
The Gibb River Road continues to be in very good condition, an we travel across a range of terrain from sandy soils to ranges made of layers of rock. Michael carefully picked his way between 2 bustards walking down the road, and on another occasion one in take-off mode on the road.
The views are stunning, especially when we come across the Cockburn Ranges and the Pentecost River. Everyone told us we would pick up telephone reception as we sight the Pentecost River, and we stop for a photo opportunity along with a number of other camper vehicles. They are not taking photos, but talking on their phones. The emails for the last 10 days or so come flooding in.
We then comfortably cross the Pentecost River, which has a base of rounded stones and head for Kununurra. Once we reach the turn off to El Questro, which most travellers discouraged us going there, we encounter tar for the rest of the drive. We pull over at a very large overnight camping facility for toilet break, fruit dump and to pump up the car and van’s tyres.
We arrive around midday and setup in the heat.
Grumpy Michael then gets on the phone to talk to the Warranty area of the Van Chassis maker, and then sets about messaging a whole range of photos covering the two separate shocker breakages. Hopefully answers will be coming in the morning about repairs.
Dot was complaining about the heat in the van and Michael asked why hadn’t she put on the air conditioner….forgot that we were now on a powered site.
On dusk the overhead skies are covered with large bats on the wing. The caravan park is on the shores of Lake Kununurra and two disabled crocodiles “Freshies”,,,,one with half of bottom jaw missing, the other with a leg missing come up to the bank for a feed.
We all decide to go for a pub meal for tea, and despite Tony wanting to go to the recommended Grande, once we get there, he says this is the Kimberley so he drives off into town to find another hotel. We head off to catch up with him, so our meal is at the Kununurra Hotel rather than the Kimberley Grande. The meals were OK, but Dot’s sav blanc and Michael’s beer were appreciated.
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