Pinch and a punch for the first of the month - still in Broome at the Cable Beach caravan park.
In the evening, we decided to get out to the wrecks of airplanes from ww2. Broome was attacked once by the Japanese. At 6pm the tide is at it's lowest. It's the only time the wrecks are visible on the mud floor.
We stopped for alcohol as we're going up north to visit Mario and Hanna, so ended up getting there late. Interesting rule - you can't buy alcohol if you have arrived by taxi. You need to drive your own car? Am sure there's reasoning behind it.
We started out. It didn't look far. The mud make the going slow. There was a group of people who always looked near, but in fact we had to walk a km to get there. As the sun went down, and the tide would start to come back in.
One lady walking back said she'd been walking hard for 15 minutes, advising us to turn around. Marie and Ollie did, but me and Louis decided to press on. After a while, Marie called my phone to ask if we'd got there yet. Not yet. Once there, you can't see too much. Maybe just the frame of the fuselage, heavily rusted. There was not enough light to get a photo. We were lucky last to be there.
We had no torch. The sun was down, but there was enough light to see the way, but not what we were stepping on. We got another phone call - yes we're heading back now. The mud seemed to be getting wetter. Was that the tide? Do crocs like big mud flats? Hmm decided to get Lou to run a bit to speed it up, splashing mud on our shorts, the camera case etc. Got another call. This time Ollie was getting worried about us. At last we got back. Couldn't recognise the others until we were nearly right next to them in the darkness. We all agreed it probably wasn't worth it.
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