Mom, there are kangaroos at the door! “For fifteen days we travel and camper on the roads of Western Australia, the forgotten coast, Anastasia still amazed these encounters with this strange animal, fierce and at the same time curious, so emblematic of the country.
Tonight, while we Unroll table and chairs for dining beside the sea, they are two, with gray fur and medium-sized to small jumps around our camp. Night falls on Cape Range National Park in the north-continent, known for the turquoise waters of the Ningaloo Reef.
Trained as we are now, everything is washed and put away in the blink of an eye in the many small closets of our home on wheels. The shower – cabin close, is a sport! – Is shipped. The beds are prepared, at least one parent because Anastasia has its permanent house, “the first floor, above the two front seats.
She loves to climb the ladder, pull the curtains separating the day and tell her stuffed animals. There is something between the names of animals unknown to learn, dugongs, Quokka, wombats, and the laughter caused by the memory of early blunders, the shower overflowing need bailing, not cooked eggs because the gas reserve of the food is exhausted or the time spent obstructs the 3-ton monster that does not maneuver like a Parisian saloon.
We are now almost run in, but it remains to withstand heat. Under the beautiful sky of the southern hemisphere, not a breath of air enters through the windows protected by nets. Wild camping, between sea and desert, it is deserved!
The next day we stopped at the inevitable and well named Turquoise Bay: a white sand beach surrounded by incredible weather. The only annoyance is that damn sign that warns tourists kindly as he can, if necessary, to cross a band of criminals, the stonefish, the sea serpent, shark white tip, and blue Ring Octopus, the tiny and treacherous blue ring octopus with which James Bond does not attempt to spawn in Octopussy. The watchful eye, however we appreciate swimming with delight.
The third week we endorse the Yardie Caravan Park, a camping timeless, isolated, which takes a bit of Baghdad Café. The place is frequented only by gaudy gray parrots and pink little mistrusted because it was already bitten by one of these birds by yellow-crested cockatoos, monitor lizards and inquisitive kangaroos inevitable, is a family run very friendly. We are celebrating here at the pool, along with the pretty page and his three brothers and sisters, 6 years of Anastasia blowing, delighted his candles on a hamburger bun filled with candy.
At night, about 23 hours, we lead the camper by the sea, on a secluded beach. Armed with a flashlight, we watch the sand. Won! A huge green turtle, 1.50 meter in diameter, is digging its nest. It is probably born here, there are seventy years or more.
We promise her other adventures in Coral Bay, we dive with mask and snorkel off to follow a manta ray than 5 meters …
A few days later and five hundred kilometers away, it left, leaving Karratha. The private road, Hamersley Iron Road leads straight ahead, 300 miles away, in the mining town of Tom Price. Sand and gravel only. Because whenever we roll, Anastasia is sitting at the bottom of the camper, tied with his belt on the seat facing the dining table.
But today, she protests vigorously as it has a hard time coloring his contract “without overflowing. In addition, the markers are finicky, they roll and fall to earth. The trail follows the route of the railway used to transport iron ore. It takes a panoramic camera to take these trains in full … 2 kilometers in length: they drag no less than 200 cars!
We will refresh in a place outside the road known as Python Pool. It is a natural pool surrounded by rock walls. The water is neither cool nor clear, but curiously red. Whatever. The sun is too strong.
But that’s only when exiting the motorhome stubbornly not start. Full was made, the batteries are good, oil and water levels are, in short, everything seems to work but to no avail. The engine shakes, that’s all. In the shade, the temperature reached 47 ° C and we do not know how long we must wait for help.
Petit moment of anguish, quickly overcome. After all, the motorhome offers food and shelter, and our water supply, following the advice of Australians are good. Wait and see. The important thing is to not leave the vehicle.
Suspense ends two hours later with the arrival of two couples in 4 × 4: Employee of the HI Company, the mining company, who kindly offered to take us back in the first town over 100 miles away.
A break of four days and then, stubborn, we return via the same route, but this time we reach safely Tom Price, after five hours of bumpy road. The city, founded in 1966, is an oasis in a vast open yard. Some of the gear used for mining exceeds five meters high. Anastasia discovers monsters mouth agape. Besides, of course, our camper is Lilliputian figure.
Tom Price, is also the starting point to visit the Karijini Park, known for its sublime and breathtaking gorges red. The site is considered to be one of the most beautiful landscapes of Australia. Descending the steep hiking trails, you will discover many natural pools, each more beautiful than another. The Farm Pool, accessible after twenty minutes walk, has two small waterfalls under which it is good to stay. The place we had been recommended by the excellent Visitor Center located a few kilometers and held by an aboriginal tribe.
For five weeks since we left France. It is time to join our next step, Broome, known for its vast beach called Cable Beach, the pearl industry and its devastating hurricanes (there, the law requires trailers to be fixed to the ground by strong ties). It’s a long way.
In Australia, it is recommended to take his time to travel because only the major routes are paved. Mostly, they are endless and littered with dead kangaroos. The stations are spaced several hundred miles. Under these conditions, no one forgets to refuel.
The traffic is so small (three vehicles crossed in one hour, six maximum) as a double road-train trucks to these four or five trailers, is not really a problem. Better: it’s a distraction! The rest of the time, the road network consists of dirt tracks, a red earth so that it seems alive. It permeates everywhere. Anastasia laughs: she sprinkled a page in his travelogue. Then falls asleep on the bench.
Original language in France : submitted by someone, not edited.
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