From 2009/11/16 to 2009/11/22 |
-- From Broome to De Grey River |
The road tracklog |
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The 16/11 was a small driving morning to head to Broome with for main target a cybercafé to publish an update of my website and to read my mailbox. Oh happiness, there were Michelin tyres in Perth of the size of those of my truck. I thanked Olivier Lecourt's friend, Markus who gave me a contact with Michelin in Perth. His website is rich of information and of pictures of his journeys in particular in Australia. But there was no answer from ACF about the carnet de passage en douane of my vehicle. The town of Broome does not have well anything of exciting, it is a balneal city like so many others. I had bought postcards, but the post office was not open to buy stamps because a power failure did not make it possible to open the doors! One is always betrayed by technology. I moved at the beginning of afternoon towards Crab Creek where Patricia had indicated to me a bivouac at the seashore. |
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Crab Creek |
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Crab Creek, sunset |
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On 17/11, I had decided to have rest at Middle Lagoon. On the move I was diverted of five kilometres to see the well-known Sacred Heart Church in Beagle Bay whose altar is covered with mother of pearl. The whole was surprising neither really beautiful nor really ugly, fusion between Aboriginal art and baroque German art. It was the work of a German congregation, imprisoned in 1915 during the First World War, with the help of local aboriginals converted to Christianity. |
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Sacred Heart Church |
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Sacred Heart Church, Altar |
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Middle Lagoon is at the end of a gravel road at approximately 170 kilometres away from Broome, which in general has a good surface quality knowing that some sections are corrugated. But the last kilometre was a horror, a martyrdom, not of loophole, it was necessary to undergo; the spectacle then was worthy. I remained two nights there. |
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Lookout |
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Lookout |
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On November 19, I left the peace-haven of Middle Lagoon, I was alone on the spot. I again traversed the 170 km of the gravel road up to the junction with the Broome Road to return to Broome in order to consult my mailbox and to answer the many emails, alas nothing from the ACF concerning the carnet de passage en douane. I could also buy stamps, the Post office had electricity to open doors and to use automatic tellers, main reason of its closing on Monday. |
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En route vers Broome |
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After a rapid lunch I left towards the south by the Great Northern Hwy. Landscape changed, the road was sealed, the neighbourhoods were greener than in the north. With a covered sky and a sea-wind located at 10 km away in the west, temperature was more bearable. But the straightness of the road and the quasi absence of traffic made the move extremely bored. I bivouacked on a rest area out of the Hwy. |
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En route vers le sud |
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The following day was still a day on the bitumen, what a monotony! Despite everything the landscape changed, again red and barren earth. I stopped to lunch on the spot of Sandfire Roadhouse where road trains had a pause, I saw again one of them a few times after in bad posture. |
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Bush landscape |
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Sandfire Roadhouse |
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It was a road train with two trailers whose second carried a car and a machine of building. It had overtaken me before Sandfire. By overtaking another road train and by folding back too abruptly the second trailer oscillated and lost the machine of building ; then by brutally slowing down the car on the trailer was projected forwards between the two trailers. Conclusion the machine of building and the car were badly roped down. Road trains roll at the authorized speed, here 130 km/h. The maximum weight with four trailers can up to 250 tons! |
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Accident |
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I bivouacked for two days at Eighty Mile Beach under trees. | |
Sandfire Roadhouse |
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The day after I had a wallaby's visit who hesitated to go upstairs in the body. |
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Do I go up? |
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Well no. |
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On 22/11, I left Eighty Mile Beach after having lunch to reach the Rest Area of Grey River. Since two days the Great Northern Hwy skirted the Great Sandy Desert. Pictures show that it does not resemble the deserts of the northern hemisphere such as the Sahara, Rub Al Khali or Thar. |
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Red sand dunes |
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Great Sandy Desert |
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Heat was intense by arriving at the spot, there was 42°C in the body and 47°C under my truck. Fortunately the bivouac was very shaded and the wind came to give an impression of freshness. |
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Bivouac |
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Under trees |
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It was a driving week with two rest stays in Middle Lagoon and Eighty Mile Beach. |
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Eighty Mile Beach, le 2009/11/22 | |||