We left Ken and Janette's place about 8am and went into for Broome for supplies. After getting what we needed we headed up the Beagle Bay Broome Road. The first bit of the 200km drive was a sealed road and an easy drive. We were stopped partway down this road by a vehicle with it’s hazard lights on. There was a massive python crossing road. Joe, Col and Wendy jumped out for a photo opportunity. Jenny was not getting out of the vehicle for love nor money. The Black headed banded python was about 2 meters long and it took some coaxing to get it off the road.

We hit the red gravel road and this was the worst we had encountered so far. The corrugations, ruts, pot holes and whoop de dos were bigger and deeper than before. The unsealed section of 120kms seemed to take for ever, but then it changed back to bitumen. Apparently the sealed roads are a requirement for the areas where the indigenous people are so that in the wet season they have good access to the air strips in case of a cyclone.

Our destination was Chile Creek which is a small indigenous community that has a small campground. The benefit of staying here is that we have access to the beach while we stay, day trippers don’t get access. We pulled into the community and went straight to the office to pay, then we headed for the camp ground. It turned out be a very beautiful little setting with a couple of safari tents set through the camp. There were very basic amenities with water on only briefly in the morning and at night. We found out later the hot water wasn’t working due to lack of interest.

Jenny and Joe quickly unhitched the van from the Land-cruiser and then we headed down the track for the beach. Well this track was only just wide enough for the two cruisers, but we persevered until we hit the sand dunes, then Colin had to jump out and put the hubs in. We pushed our way through the sand and hit the beach. We drove halfway along so there was plenty of clear water to be seen. The girls jumped out and headed straight down to the water for a nice relaxing dip. Colin and Joe with their hunter gather instincts again rigged the rod with anticipation of catching fish for tea. Well the tide was going out, and it went out and out and all that was left was sand and water in the distance.

We eventually headed back towards camp, no fish on board. We stopped off near the river for a look and as it was low tide we could rock pools with coral in them. No crocs to be seen either.

Back at camp we cleaned up and got ready for some food. The camps had fire places so we decided we would light one. There were a lot of mosquitos appearing as it got dark here so we thought the fire would help. Joe got his trusty husky out of the van and after a few pulls got it going much to Jenny’s delight as she did not want a stick fire she wanted a real one. With the fire going we sat around and had a couple of beers. Wendy then swung into action and got tea organised for us. She served fish (Barramundi, thanks Ken and Janette) and salad for the boys and herself and Jenny had chicken instead of fish. A few more beers then shots to see the night off. We sleep so good after a few shots ;-).