We spend the morning sticking very determinedly to our pledge to do as much relaxing as possible while were here. Its not too hard sitting on the deck of our little hut in the sand dunes in amongst the trees. The birds are up to their usual escapades. Issy is too, trying to guess what theyre saying to each other. We agree that the very loudest one just sounds like its swearing at all the others.
We decide that too much relaxation mightnt be overly beneficial to our health, so I go to book for the tour we heard about yesterday to Jacks Creek. We were told that it was an information tour, whatever that might be. I think it might just be the version of the other tour, the Jacks Creek Fishing Tour. This all a bit academic; it seems that its booked out. Hmmm. I guess if it was an information tour I can just consult Mr Google instead, well I will be able to when we get back to civilisation and Mr Googles available to us again. We decide instead to book the sunset tour, which we read gets us canaps sitting on top of
I trudge dejectedly back to the room wondering what were going to do to fill in the rest of the day. But all is not lost. Its census night, and while we were away census forms were delivered to our room. I wondered how we were going to get these. Issy says we could have filled them in well we could have if was available here. My beloved worked for the Bureau of Statistics for a while at census time a few years ago. She says that they went to extraordinary lengths to deliver the census forms, including dropping them from helicopters out in the desert. An acquaintance of ours is driving through the desert out in the middle of Western Australia at the moment. We must remember to ask her if the helicopter found her, and if so how it even knew where to look. Anyway we now have something to do today, we can fill in our census forms....well we will be able to if theyve got any pens at reception.
It looks like the sort of yacht that youd expect a to keep moored off Monte Carlo. Some of its passengers are at the restaurant for lunch. I wonder if in to pick up their census forms. We met a guy in the Bungle Bungles who told us he usually worked as a zodiac driver on a cruise ship. He said it was moored off Broome at the moment, and he wasnt allowed to board it because one of the passengers had COVID. This looks a bit like a cruise ship. I hope theyre not using this places isolation to try to break quarantine. I finish lunch quickly and leave.
Ive had enough relaxing for one day. If the sunset tour isnt happening I decide to try to walk it for myself. The tour desk said something about driving along a rough track behind the sand dunes to a cliff top further along the beach. I find a turn off from the track we came here on. It leads past what looks like a portable block of shower cubicles in the middle of the scrub. I hope thats not the staff quarters. The track is rough
and sandy, and theres an electric fence on one side of it. I hope I dont bump into it in the dark on the way back. Theres no one else around, and it feels a bit creepy. What there do seem to be lots of around are kangaroos, birds, and other unknown animals hiding in the undergrowth. The track seems to be covered in animal tracks. I can recognise bird and kangaroo tracks, well I think I can, but Im not sure about some of the much larger footprints. A few of these are all tangled up together as if a couple of Godzillas have had a massive There are tyre tracks too, and they look like whatever they were supporting has swerved into the electric fence to dodge something, probably one of the Godzillas. I hope no one got zapped. Issy asked me where I was going when I left. I told her I was going exploring. She asked where. I said that if I knew that it wouldnt be exploring. I pointed in the general direction of the sunset and she seemed happy to let me go.
