No room for bungling here...

Well, we did stay in Kununurra for four days – rather liked it there. That is a bit of a relief, as our reception in Western Australia wasn’t that great. We “reprovisioned” in Katherine, Northern Territory, before we set out for the long run to Kununurra, which included a couple of hundred dollars worth of groceries. When we hit the border, there was a quarantine check for which we were unprepared. The slime balls confiscated all of our fruit and vegetables at the check station, so our first stop in Kununurra was a grocery store. I am sure that the otherwise unemployable who cleaned us out retrieved our stuff (still in the bags from the store) as soon as we went out of sight. I hope he choked on the oranges in particular.
Anyway, the highlight of the stay in Kununurra was the side trip into the Bungle Bungles, a spectacular set of mountains straight to the South. There are a number of ways of accessing the Purnalulu National Park. Among them is not driving in with a rented camper van. There is a road, but too rough for the likes of our Toyota. So, we flew down, then went to the various points of interest in a 4x4 van. We did not buy the plane in the photo, although we may have made a payment or two on it. I managed to do the hiking involved to go into the Cathedral Gorge, (about 5 km roundtrip) with the help of my hiking poles and Sylvia’s able assistance in the rough areas. If you think she was only assisting to protect her income source, in case of an unfortunate slip, you can abandon that line of thinking – I took a joint form of pension, so her security is covered.
I did not do the other hike involved. Although shorter, the hike into Enchida Gorge, is up a dry creek bed, walking on rocks – something my wobbly feet probably would have trouble with. It was also about 40 degrees, and much of the trek was in the open sun. So, I stayed back and Sylvia went. We drank a lot of water that afternoon.
The low point of that trip was on the way back - a family of four was in the plane with us, and the kids were eating candy and pop all afternoon. No sooner were we on the plane than first one kid got sick, then the other, then their father. It wasn’t a rough flight, although quite warm. Anyway, we made it (about and hour and 15 minutes) without barfing, but not much appetite that night. It was an expensive outing, but we think it was good value, and recommend the experience to anyone
Speaking of appetite – we have been eating some meals out, and some in the van (or immediately adjacent to it). We have probably eaten more “in” than out, and have eaten very well. Sylvia has prepared some remarkable meals, with only a two-burner stove and microwave oven to work with.
We are now on Cable Beach, just North of Broome, looking out over the Indian Ocean, on Australia’s West Coast. More on that in the next update.