Return to Perth
Not unreasonably I felt that the worse was behind me as I had been told by the people in Broome that the road to Port Hedland was not normally subject to flooding. The rain stopped shortly after we left and the temperature started climbing. Bridget was running well and I looked forward to another good day travelling. The landscape south of Broome is different to any that I had previously seen in Australia with miles and miles of what I would call ‘savannah’. It put me in mind of what I think the great American prairies must be like.
After about 90 miles I saw a car at the side of the road and an aboriginal man with it so I pulled over to see if I could help. The car was an old Nissan that had seen much better days and the chap told me that he thought the battery was flat. I looked under the bonnet and noticed that...