The Kimberley: Day 7

Connections hadn't even folded their table cloth by the time we drove out of the camp site and to Zebedee. Scott lived in Kununurra and was a regular to El Questro and the hot springs, we followed him to the warmest pool where we stayed until we got wrinkly or, in some cases, wrinklier. I love sitting in hot water, me, I'll never get bored of it. Of course its infinitely better with a large quantity of alcohol but whatever, its still nice just to chill out in a vat of water that isn't gonna get cold anytime in the next few thousand years.

The Girls In The Hot Pools

Zebedee Thermal Pools

It was today that we finished the Gibb River Road and got back onto the tarmac. We'd done it, we'd survived the Gibb. Ok, so we survived it in a big shiny air conditioned bus driven by an expert but hey, we did it anyway. And so it was onto Kununurra where we'd be losing Pat, Dick, Lil, Tom, Pam and Scott because they had better things to do than go back to Broome.

Scott, Isabelle, Me, Pat, Dick, Lil, Pam, Mary, Bill And Tom

Ok, here's the thing, tomorrow we had a whole free day to ourselves and I couldn't even fill an afternoon. Seriously, it takes about 4 minutes to walk around town and I didn't fancy any of the overpriced cruises up the Ord River. I did however manage to find a 4 litre cask of goon in a bottle shop. This made me happier than it should have done and I made a mental note to keep a close eye on my drinking habits although I quickly forgot this mental note later on when me and Isabelle were drinking it out of the bag.
So I was trotting back to the camp site, chuckling to myself over the discovery of the joyous 4 litre cask of goon when Scott pulled up in his Landcruiser and asked me if I wanted to go out on his boat.

Scott's Jet Boat

Elephant Rock

Oh, ok then. We drove to his and took his boat back up the river to the campsite to fetch the others. On the way we went passed Elephant Rock, so called because it looks like an elephant.

Erm... does it?

squints*

Nope, can't quite see it. Has anyone got any spare hallucinogens because clearly that's the only way I'm going to see an elephant in that there rock.

We watched the sunset over the Ord River from Scott's boat which shat all over the posh expensive sunsets the people at the station pay for then went to the local pub for a last meal together and a few drinks.

Sunset Over Lake Kununurra

Despite the age differences we'd all got on really well, Pat and Dick even said I could go and stay with them in Tasmania any time I wanted on the condition I didn't swear in front of their grandkids.

Swear? Moi?

I'm sure I don't know what the fuck they're talking about.

written by

Koala Bear on July 23, 2007 from Kununurra, Australia

from the travel blog: Sod Off Great Big Mission Round Oz

tagged RoadTrip, LovinIt and Kimberley

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