As we get closer to the north western coast of Australia the wind is beginning to play its part. Still we keep a good pace through rather uninspiring landscapes. The highlights: the inevitable sausagerolls at the two roadhouses we pass and the one dingo we spot on the 414 km stretch between Fitzroy Crossing and Broome. Broome is quite a pleasant place, inhabited by overweight men with lots of facial hair, wearing bermuda’s, boots, and singlets, their socks pulled up, driving white pick-up trucks, and a sixpack at hand.
We make pancakes for breakfast and enjoy a cool breeze at Cable Beach.
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