The long, 1,000 km day was extended by assisting some fellas broken down on the side of the road half way between Halls Creek and Fitzroy Crossing. Two very respectful young Aboriginal fellas (the missing front tooth suggesting they have been through men’s business) thumbed a lift up to their community, Yiyili, to get a replacement for their flat tyre. In fact they got two spares off one of the old bombs in the yard of their humble home because they fully expected the each bald tyre to get them only part of the way before blowing out.
We were buggered by the time we got to Broome, and then annoyed to find we could not buy a drink at the pub on Cable Beach without having a meal. Broome is undeniably pretty, but so very developed, lined with resorts, with someone ready to charge a bit more than they should for every item and service. There was no way we would be able to sleep without an air-conditioner, so we bit the bullet again and got a room at the Roebuck Bay Hotel.