Day 3 Port Hedland to Broome

Port Hedland was an eye-opener. First impressions were that the town was rusty, dirty and falling down. We couldn't believe a place that was supposed to generate so much wealth could have such poor surroundings. Yes, we were there only one day, would like to think we were wrong.
It was our first taste of really hot weather. We drove around and around looking for somewhere to eat rather than the hotel restaurant and the only place we could find was the Port Hedland Yacht Club. A tin shed with a concrete patio in the full glare of the sun at the water's edge. There was a shaded playground where Sarah joined in within seconds. Jonathan
though had had enough, the flies loved him and
he did not reciprocate.
The tin shed had two sides, a members
bar and a Thai takeaway which thankfully did fish and chips. You were supposed to sign in with a member at the bar, it didn't seem to be enforced as in the space it had taken me to order the food Tim had procured a 6 pack. Driven back to our room by the blanketing flies it was the lowest point of our trip. Redemption came with the after dark sighting of 100's of iron-ore ships lit up on the horizon off the balcony. Visually and literally the wealth of the area was sailing off to China. We wished some off it could have stayed in town...

The next day we left at 6 intending to stop at Sandfire Roadhouse for food. Pity it had burnt down 2 months ago! Oh, well - Sarah is still talking about the peacocks we saw there.