Broome, on a peninsula only a few metres above sea level, is already warm on landing at 9.30am. The cyclone-proof corrugation clad buildings, the tall palms, bougainvillea, and boabs say you have arrived in the tropical north. These boabs are smaller versions of the African baobabs but just as strange.
Paul, the manager of Beaches of Broome (an upmarket YHA) drove us to here; good to know someone – we met on the pool maintenance training in Perth last year. We have a small sparsely furnished but adequate en-suite. A nice surprise; his wife told me to cancel our two future bookings via the web, and rebook for a better rate. It includes a continental breakfast; snacks available at night.
I set off in the midday sun to explore the expansive white sand, blue water fringed, Cable Beach. Bathers and sun-worshipers were scattered sparsely between the flags monitored by Surf Rescue. A rocky area 200m to the north marks the boundary for vehicles that can drive way north to Cape Leveque. Up on the overlooking dunes sits the famous and expensive Cable Beach Resort, a good place for a meal overlooking the beach at sunset, but Zanders is cheaper and has similar views. I planned to go there for dinner but Paul said it was not as good as Divers Tavern to the south – wrong! Pretty ordinary. Next door is a small cafe/shop where I stocked up on a few items after my walk. A long walk as I took a short cut resulting in an unusual afternoon nap.