We spent a rather relaxing night on the Gibb River Road disturbed only by a heard of brumbys early in the morning, Jen heard the hoof beats and saw the silhouette on the horizon. The tow truck arrived at 7ish with a utility on the back. The logistics being that I tow the caravan into Kunanurra with said ute and the truck would transport the car. Fortunately for the truck driver I can drive a manual car. In a world increasingly dominated by automatic vehicles I would have thought determining my level of competence with a manual vehicle would have been a clever move.

After forty minutes or so we were all hooked up and ready for the one hundred and sixty kilometre drive to the nearest town, the metropolis of Kunanurra.

The drive into town was very picturesque with the Kimberley ranges forming a lovely backdrop, the mid morning sun highlighting their red colour. This two thousand five hundred dollar self drive tour of one hundred and sixty kilometres will be mentioned in dispatches for some time by the way and I expect to get quite a few free drinks on the whole story. I will therefore say no more. Fifteen dollars and sixty three cents per kilometre. Two thousand five hundred dollars. I could have hitched a ride to town and bought a good second hand car for that.

Anyway, Kunanurra home of the Ord River Scheme (the largest body of fresh water in Australia) and of greater importance, to me at least, the home of “The Hoochery” (the largest body of rum in Australia) is our home for a while.

It actually looks like we may be here for a week or so as parts are a little thin on the ground. For the automotive minded we look like needing- a wheel hub, brake caliper and brake pads, half shaft and C.V. joint, ball joint, stub axle, bearings, seals, antilock brake sensor, tyre, wheel alignment a very large cheque and some rum.

Ute for Van.

Truck for Car.

Across the Pentecost. In daylight this time.