Just lazing around waiting for our plane tomorrow.
I bought a small canvas painting from an aboriginal lady in the street. Once the deal was done (I paid too much ($30) and she didn’t get enough so we were square) we chatted. She pointed to an old bloke (must have been in his fifties) in a wheel chair over the road and explained that is her uncle Helicopter famous as one of the last nomadic desert aborigines to come in to white fella towns from the Sandfire Desert (Bugucki country q.v.) when he was about 9 or 10. If I remember the story his family (Dad, mum, two boys about 7 and 9 years old) were living nomadically in the desert noticing that all their neighbours had disappeared. His family decided to give up the desert and come in to Broome (a couple of hundred kilometre walk) when the youngest boy died after drinking some bad water. Sad story. Anyway Helicopter is the last survivor.
That night I had dinner at the Town Beach Market while waiting for the moon to rise to form the ‘Stairway to the Moon’ over Roebuck Bay. Saw that and rode home past the Broome Show.
‘Stairway to the Moon’ Broome Town Beach Market