Broome is quite a resort driven town, but I liked it. I even lashed out and bought the most beautiful skirt in the world at “Betty’s Frock Shop”, because I think I needed a bit of retail therapy after all that red dust and desert. I think Betty is on to a sure thing with a frock shop because I overheard several ladies expressing the same sentiment as me.
Broome is blue, tropical and chilled out. I really loved the town with its mix of ethnic backgrounds. I visited the local markets and then watched the annual Festival of the Pearl where there was a great vibe and sense of community (see the previous 2 posts).
Greg and I headed off up Cape Leveque road to the aboriginal community (Nyul Nyul people) of Beagle Bay (about 95 km of sandy dirt road). It was the middle of the day and everyone was at school or work or home because we didn’t see many people about. The information centre was closed for renovations and the local shop chained up until it opened later in the day maybe. We did, however, go into the Sacred Heart Church of Beagle Bay that was so so beautiful, crazy and amazing with its decorations of Mother of Pearl (see above). The church was nothing like I have seen in Australia before. It took two years to build out of mud bricks by missionaries and the local people. It took about a year to decorate.