The Kimberley: Day 8

Whatever, we could get up when we felt like it and fill our mornings however we chose. We didn't have anything to do until 9am when we'd be dropping Pam off at the coach stop, leaving Bill in town because he was over large bodies of water containing crocodiles and picking Pat and Dick up from their motel because they had the sense to book into one instead of sleeping on the floor in a swag for their last couple of nights in WA before heading to Scott's place again.

Launching The Boat

Pat In The Tube

Scott's lovely, he's one of them blokes that are incredibly good looking and genuinely nice with it. Bastard. He's also got money, I actually heard the words "only $3000" come out of his mouth. In that order. Only $3000? Is that it? I'll have two.
He was going to take me, Pam, Dick, Isabelle, Mary and Glen out for the day where we'd be dragged along the Ord on body boards and tubes. And here's me worrying about how I was going to fill the day.

Lovin' It

One Way To Spend A Morning

Being dragged along by a jet boat is loads of fun, you just have to remember to let go out the rope if you come off the board or you risk giving the crocs an interesting view of your nipples. There's also a 10 metre jump into the river, about the same height as the big jump at Blackwall Reach which I only did once then seemed to leave my nerve in the car every time I went back. Apparently I must have forgotten to collect it this time as well, I got to the top and my legs refused to let me jump. My head wanted to do it, I know its a rush and I know I'd love it once I did it but nope, the legs thought better of it. This is obviously something I need to deal with, I only need two irrational fears in my life and those are spiders and commitment. Babies scare me as well but they're a bit slower than spiders and you can usually stamp on them before they try and run up your leg.

Pretty Places

Pretty Views

Ok I'm just trying to put off what I'm going to say next. Pat did the jump. Pat's 69. I was put to shame by a 69 year old woman. If I'm half the woman Pat is when I'm 69 I'll be happy, she has a go at everything, no questions asked, she's an inspiration. In short, Pat rocks.

Only me, Bill, Isabelle and Mary from the original group would be heading back and tonight we were joined by four of our new crew who'd be coming back to Broome with us. There was Sally and Simon, a couple of southern fairies and Paula and Ed, two northern monkeys from Sale. We had a BBQ then me and the new lot bonded the only way English people know how; Down the pub.

written by  Koala Bear on July 24, 2007 from Kununurra, Australia
from the travel blog: Sod Off Great Big Mission Round Oz
tagged RoadTrip, LovinIt and Kimberley
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