Flying over The Kimberley, from Broome to Darwin, was especially thought-provoking as I am reading Peter FitzSimons’ latest tome, on Charles Kingsford Smith. Coincidentally I was at the part where ‘Smithy’ was speaking about his experiences flying over this very region. He knew that engine failure would mean near certain death as the Aboriginals and terrain is unforgiving and hostile.
We landed at Kununnura and Sarah and I disembarked to stretch our legs. I wanted to take some snaps but there was some kind of security audit in progress and security prevented my shots of the airport and surrounds. From the air, the land around here seems so fertile and the waterways designed brilliantly well to irrigate crops.
Darwin was hot but we quickly picked up our hire car and went for a dip out our resort pool. The girls were highly impressed with the waterfall.
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