Broome. Day 12. 20180509

Woke early as I had the benefit of our clock going back to be officially on WA time. So got busy on my blog but frustrated by slow response times and drop outs. Certainly a first world problem that is no big deal. Anyway, we persist, and find a way. All the best to those in cooling Victoria as we enjoy 30+ degrees in the Kimberley.

Here we are in Broome. Another stunning pre-dawn colour show across (now) the Indian Ocean, the sun has risen, from a north easterly direction I believe, and I would suggest, looking to mainland Australia from this vantage point on our cabin’s balcony. Had to google to establish we are in Roebuck Bay, on a small peninsula where we are docked. Broome township (17km away) to the left of this image, and Cable Beach on the Indian Ocean to the west of Broome township.
More sea going vessels as my fascination. So majestic (need a new word) these engineered machines, I do love seeing them putter on by with substantial dignity. Always wondering, me at least, where are they headed, what have they learned and what may they still discover this research vessel.
Looking from our docked ship, looking west over the Indian Ocean in the distance, around the end of this peninsula. We were required to be transported off this jetty by shuttle as it is a ‘working pier’.
OK, another shot of the pier. I liked this perspective of the long and straight jetty, with a pilot boat on the right. We see many and varied pilot boats on our travels, as various pilots come and go to guide our ship through various passages of seascape and land.
Looking toward the township of Broome in the distance. Facing north I would say, with mainland Australia wrapping around the rest of the horizon to the right as far as the eye can see.
Broome is so much about pearls and pearling history. Obviously lots of money still in this trade, but also a treacherous occupation in the past, with so many lives lost due to the bends or drowning, and other accidents. This was a small memorial in one of the main streets to those many Japanese who worked in this area, and perished also. There is also a Japanese cemetery dedicated to such people in Broome.
OK just for the tourists but many of the oldies (hey I’m not quite there yet!) like to go for a ride around town on the three wheelers.
Another little helper ensuring we leave safely and without harassment. The quiet achievers of many harbour operations around the world.

We look forward to our return to the Kimberley in less than four weeks. Today we experienced many friendly, optimistic and helpful people. However, for the Kimberley in general, as one of the videos explained, perhaps a paradise, but a potentially dangerous one for those unprepared over the long term. Certainly a new frontier for those of us from the relatively molly-coddled east coast.

We have now pushed off, local time 17:15, so time to post and say good-bye for now. Take care one and all, and take care of those who may be less able to do so. And in the end, the love you take, is equal to the love you make (Beatles, 1969).

Post script (20180512). As noted on post for 20180510, our wonderful Ukranian cabin steward emailed me some images he captured just at the end of our pier in Broome. Very generous and I thank him for them. Just a small selection are shown here, to highlight the bright, vivid and contrasting colours of this Kimberley area.

Just around the corner from where our ship docked in Broome.
Along the same beach. So many opportunities for pictures. Notice the blue sky and ocean. Warm and just fine.
I cannot believe how beautiful this is. No wonder we were oohing and aarhing when we were shown these.
I guess a geologist could explain a great deal from this image. In any case, captures the reds and strata of this terrain and area.

More post script. 20180522. Refer this beautiful sunset shot as our ship leaves the Broome wharf. Thanks to Jeff from Brisbane for providing this gorgeous shot. Just another magical sunset but every one is unique.

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