It was another hot, hot morning and with the orientation of the van door facing east it meant that we were sweltering the moment we awoke. With nowhere to shower or bathe and the toilet being so festy we decided that moving early was our best option.

Yet it wasn’t far down the road that the tyre on the caravan popped causing us to sway ferociously across the road before bringing it to a stop on the road’s camber. Fortunately it was just a tyre and even more fortunately it was the same wheel as the one we lost out of Clermont.

So, after a gruelling thirty minutes or so, with the unforgiving sun bearing down on us I managed to replace it with the spare and get back on the road. By this stage sweat was pouring off me and my hands had blistered as the jack handle heated up in the sun. It wasn’t a great moment and only became worse when the next roadhouse we pulled into had run out of iced coffee. Aaargh!

The remainder of the drive was very uneventful – the way we like it – and we soon arrived in Broome about lunch-time.

The first stop was the tourist centre to gauge which caravan parks to approach and after making a few phone calls Deb was able to garner another deal for us out-of-season-tourists. Then, as if God had placed it there Himself, a pearl shop was located in the same outlet which gave Deb a moment of family reprieve to lust over these delicious, ocean gems.

We tottered off to the Palm Grove Caravan Park, which was conveniently located a kilometre south of Cable Beach, and set ourselves up for the next few days. After some lunch and a quick dip in the warm pool we headed back into town to visit some of the shops – which we found many were closed due to being out of season.

Our final stop for the day was to visit Cable Beach, Broome’s famed swimming jaunt, but with signs of croc’s being seen in the area we decided to give it a miss.

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