Never break your rules!

Late yesterday afternoon we went for a stroll in a gorge that is part of a NP right beside the caravan park we were staying in in Kununurra. It was so peaceful and silent. It is easy to see why the gorges were important to the indigenous.  If you can manage to be alone in one as we did yesterday it is quite magic.            
K is a town full of suprises. It has a beautiful lake and this National Park on its doorstep. It also has a very exclusive housing area on the lake and areas of confronting black poverty. A very ordinary one bathroom three bedroom house will cost you half a million and rent on it is $850:00 per week. It is a town of 5,000 and it has five large camp grounds. Many tourists base themselves there to visit Lake Argyle and fly over the Bungle Bungles and the Argyle Diamond mine. It is quite lush and green in places. John didn't seem interested in visiting the very posh Argyle Diamond Shop!

This character was in the main street this morning with about twenty of his mates. They are red tail blacks and not shy.

The drive south from K was spectacular. It is very hard to capture the expansiveness and beauty of the east Kimberley on a camera but here are a few shots I took on the move along the way. There is a pink haze most of the time that gives it a unique appearance.

We are now camped for two nights at Turkey Creek Roadhouse - now known as Warmun as it has been taken over by the indigenous community as part of their land claim. Mmmmmm! Our first time and against our rules.
We discovered that there are no caravans allowed in Purnululu National Park where the Bungle Bungles are and our choices were :-
A. One only roadside pull off near the turn off to the BBs shared with mega toad houses - if there was actually a space left when we arrived.
B. The roadhouse with a hand full of mostly overseas campers and a hoard of marauding indig kids.
Guess which won but the night is young!!
We have enjoyed watching the kids playing and yelling at each-other in their own language. Occasionally I recognise a familiar word that starts with f and at one stage it was rather regular in the rap they were doing but they were so good at it that it didn't seem to matter. However now that the sun has set the adults have all arrived and it will be interesting to observe. The roadhouse is actually managed by a white family who took over on monday of this week.
Today we saw a young black girl get out of a 4 wheel drive and set fire to the side of the road about 3 kms north of here. She just waved to us as we passed. More black lightning as the locals say.
It makes me very sad to see these young ones so aimless.

                                               Our view of the bowsers!

We are tucked in behind the gum trees on the right.

Not sure how much sleep we will get with these racing through during the night. In one area they were allowed to pull five filled with iron ore. There was a road sign earlier on that warned of oversize roadtrains, these pulled five trailers instead of the usual four.
Editors note.. One day whilst the navigator was napping I managed to screw up the nerve to overtake a roadtrain in a passing lane going up a hill. After whipping the horses and pulling alongside another roadtrain came towards us over the hill and passed beside, leaving us in the middle for a few very long seconds. I stayed very very carefully in my lane and prayed the navigator didn't wake up.