The view that we couldn't see in last nights darkenss didn’t disappoint! I woke
early slightly uncomfortable with my swollen knee that thankfully hadn’t blown
up nearly as much as last time, and took in a magical sunrise.
Looking east was
a massive valley with the Pentecost River running majestically through its
centre, 30, 40 or 50m wide at some points. The valley rises abruptly on the
other side rising up dramatically into the Cockburn Ranges which have rocky
cliffs at their top and are flat on top, enabling you to see the trees growing
on the edge. This is worth travelling 20,000kms for!
After breakfast I called my Doc in Bris Vegas and got a script organised for Kununarra and headed for El Questro. There had been mixed reports on what the Pentecost crossing was like but was we drew closer I could see it was going to be a piece of cake. We stopped for the obligatory photos and ploughed into it. A minute later and we were across. It was a bit of an anti-climax as I was hoping for a bit of water, if for nothing more than a couple of good photos!
We rolled into El Questro and De
and Sam grabbed the shopping list and drove the 110kms into Kununarra while
Jack and I went for a couple of swims and hung around. Around lunch my knee got
to the rest my body and I started to break into cold sweats in the van that
would have been around 36oC. The next few hours were spent shaking and sweating
something out of my system. Late in the afternoon De returned and I dosed up on
some heavier drugs and headed for bed. I wasn’t happy that this had happened
now but I was pretty happy it wasn’t 3 or 4 days ago when I was literally in
the middle of nowhere!
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