I spend a lot of time at waterholes and waterfalls back home in Tasmania. Often I can’t help myself but to jump into the freezing cold water as I think that to fully experience the beauty of these places you need to be a part of them. As much as I love the feeling you get when you swim in ice cold water, I can’t stop myself thinking about how it would be, to be able to swim in these amazing locations and not be freezing my ass off, to spend long periods of time actually just hanging out taking it all in, rather than just a quick dip. So when my good mate rang me up and asked if I wanted to join him for a month exploring the Kimberley, I jumped online and booked the flights to Broome straight away. I’d heard so many amazing things about the area – labyrinths of waterfalls, gorges, rock pools and cave systems – and I knew I’d be well and truly warmer than staying home in Tasmania for winter.
I’d heard so many amazing things about the area – labyrinths of waterfalls, gorges, rock pools and cave systems…
The first major gorge we visited blew my mind. I wondered why or how I’d never been there before, let alone not even heard of it. I remember looking around the landscape deciding where I would build my future home, figuring out how I would manage to get a lifetime supply of food and water in there so I never had to leave. I was in love. Unfortunately, I wasn’t the only one who thought this way. Throughout the day, busloads and busloads of people came in, ranging from European backpackers to the very common grey nomads (old, retired Australian tourists). It was selfish to think we deserved to be there more than anyone else did, so there was no point getting frustrated; plus all good things are better when shared. We set up for the day and spent hours swimming, rock jumping, and just generally hanging out – exactly what I’d had in my mind those few weeks earlier.
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