The Kimberley: Day 9
Trip Start
May 10, 2006
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Trip End
May 09, 2008
Purnululu National Park, Western Australia, Australia
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
I was having a lot of doubts about the way I was running my life when I was in Broome for number of reasons. I was wondering what I was doing uprooting myself from situations where I was comfortable and happy and taking myself to places where I was miserable in the name of adventure and seeing everything in the world. Since the day I got to Broome I was constantly toying with the idea of going back to Perth and giving up on seeing the rest of the country, the west coast was what I mainly wanted to do anyway and I was happy in Perth. But just doing things like taking a helicopter flight over the Mitchell Falls and wandering through the Bungle Bungles ranges made me realise that yeah, I'm doing it right. This is what its all about, this is why I get out of bed in the morning. I need a constant influx of new things to play with and do and its worth it for a month or two of confusion and hurt. No matter how low you get, no matter how bad the situation is or how unsure you are, something will work out in the end. Something always crops up and everything happens for a reason.
I have no regrets about the way I do things and I'll never give this life up for anything.
Somewhere along this walk, if you stop, stand next to a certain rock and listen you can hear a humming noise coming out of the actual rock. Mary said the rocks were singing but Mary's a fucking fruit loop. Its just full of bees, millions of robber bees, so called because they rob off with other bees honey and lock it inside rocks so nothing can rob it off them. Pikeys.
Eventually you come to the reason its called Cathedral Gorge, its like this massive cave with a brilliant echo. Mary started doing her thing with branches again so I hung back to make sure there'd be no weirdness before I went in. We chilled there for a bit then headed up to a lookout to watch the sunset over Purnululu with chips and dips and pickled onions. This was the sweatiest we'd been since the trip started and it was the only time we didn't have access to any water at all, no swimming and no showers apart from a hosepipe hooked up to a cold tap.
But yeah, Purnululu is brilliant. It's just utterly peaceful, fucking awesome. And to think I could have been back in Perth at this point.
Nope. Not for anything.
