After brekky we hit the highway again. Our destination today was Derby around 250 kilometres away. The scenery was awesome again with lots of boab trees and thousands of termite mounds. As is usual on the outback highways there were loads of road trains thundering along. Just outside Derby we stopped to have a look at the Prison Boab Tree. It was a huge and immensely beautiful boab tree with a very sad history. Before Derby was established in 1883, Aboriginal people were kidnapped from the West Kimberley area. The kidnappers, known as blackbirders, were settlers who were connected with the pearling industry. They wanted divers and workers for the pearling boats. They rounded people up, put them in chains and marched them to the coast. Some may have held their captives at the Boab Prison Tree while they waited for a boat. The treatment the Aboriginal people received at the hands of the early settlers was completely horrific. It is very sad that throughout history human beings with emotions and feelings have been treated in such barbaric and sadistic ways. They were taken away from their families and their traditional way of life and put through hell. It is hard to comprehend the horror and pain that these beautiful, peaceful people were subjected to. How men can treat other people like this is beyond me. We left the pained beauty of the Prison Boab Tree and headed into the centre of Derby. We stopped at Woolies first to get some food and to get some beer from BWS next door. We then went to find the caravan park. It was a big park and very busy like all parks up this way. As it is now winter in the south of the country and temperatures are getting cooler down there all the older folk, commonly known as the grey nomads, head up north in vast numbers with their huge caravans to swelter in the tropical dry seasons heat and to watch the TV! Every caravan has a TV aerial and/or a satellite dish. They flock up to the north with all the other sheep to still be brainwashed by the tele, only somewhere hotter. The caravan park was noisy later on partly because there isn't a grey nomad alive who can watch the TV without blasting it but mainly because of Lindsey and Dennis in the caravan opposite. Most people over here seem to talk extremely loudly. It is as if they have a loudhailer or have plugged themselves into a PA system. We could make out Lindsey and Dennis said! We knew their names as they were painted onto the back of their caravan along with UHF18/40. Along with many others they had a UHF radio which can be used whilst driving to talk to other road users. Why the hell they wasted money on buying one I'll never know as they were so loud I'm sure that anyone within a 5 kilometre radius would be able to hear them UHF radio or not! We went to bed with the fan on partly because it was hot but mainly to drown out Lindsey and Dennis' racket. That's the blog done for today, over and out!