Tuesday 14 August – We left the camp at a bit before nine
this morning, and about ten km west of Timber Creek we turned off to go and
look at the Gregory Tree. Augustus
Gregory was an explorer here in the 1850’s, and as was common in those times,
recorded his stay in the area by carving the date in a tree. This one though is a little different in that
it is carved on an enormous boab tree on the banks of the mighty Victoria River. He was quite a remarkable man, and part of
his story is detailed on information boards around the site.
At the W.A. border we were stopped for the quarantine
inspection where we had to raise the van and the inspector went in, checked the
fridge and a couple of cupboards, gave us the all clear and we were again on
our way, with only about 40 km till we reached today’s destination – Kununurra. We have booked into the Kimberleyland Holiday
Park for three nights, but I think we will be here for four as there is a bit
to do from here. Because we had to put
our watches back one and a half hours at the border, it was only 11.30 local time
when we arrived, so we had the entire afternoon to do a couple of things and
relax.
After lunch we headed
for the town to replace our camcorder, which packed it in yesterday – a bit of
a bummer, but what can you do? We now
have a newer model of the same brand (JVC), so at the moment the battery is
being charged ready for tomorrows happenings.
We called at the information centre and collected several booklets and
brochures and spent the rest of the afternoon reading through them, chatting to
neighbours, having a few cuppas, keeping an eye on the fires burning just
across Lake Kununurra, which we are on the banks of, and going for a bit of a
walk along the lake side.
Our brief look at Kununurra so far shows us quite a pretty
town, with a large aborigine component. When we finally discovered the Retravision
shop, on the second storey above the IGA shop, I mentioned to the salesman that
initially we couldn’t find the shop (you had to walk into the IGA and then
there were stairs over at the side with a Retravision sign pointing upwards),
he said it is upstairs because the pub is pretty close and it’s a bit more
difficult for the over-indulged to get to it and become a nuisance.
So it’s soon to bed and tomorrow morning we’ll go and visit an
old teaching friend’s daughter and her husband who have a mango farm here –
unfortunately I’m here about two or three months too early to enjoy their
produce.
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