To a paradise
Although not so far from Karinjini (300 km) is Millstream NP. Before I went there I thought it must be quite similar to Karinjini. Well that was wrong. I compare like a green oasis in the desert. The gorges here are filled with many palm trees. Immensely cute as they are not even that tall. Within the gorges you have big filled ponds, making this idyllic wetlands. Birdlife and reptile life was teaming here. Just amazing.
This was also the place where I had the last big argument with travel buddies. This time it was me being not part of the group and the person who didn’t push the group (red: Israeli dudes) to move on with our travels in Karinjini. Well this was a disgusting situation. Either I’m stressed because I push the group or I’m not willing to be part of the group as I don’t motivate anyone. I feel that it is not my task to motivate someone doing hikes in a national park. It should be there or not there in natural way. Otherwise you can rather split up, which I told them. From this moment the two girls talked only in German and hardly communicated with me in the last days.
Where a story ends a new one gets started
The atmosphere was horrible. I saw a lot of Aboriginal rock paintings on the Dampier Peninsula in Deep Gorge. You need to look carefully, but when you see the first one, you start to see loads of them. It’s hard to believe that this arts work is over 10,000 years old. The last stop was in Point Samson where we had a small talk in the car. They didn’t want to leave me in the middle of nowhere, so that’s why they took me to the ‘civilized’ world. I had to accept the consequence of what I said about splitting up, they told me. Something which was in this stage unavoidable. I took all my stuff with me and hitchhiked from here towards Port Hedland. From Port Hedland I had an amazing lift from here to Broome. An interesting man called Gordon. He found it unbelievable that I was left alone in this part of Australia. A place where it is hard to get around and find water. Especially on the car park I was located. Luckily he stopped. First anxious that I might were armed. Appearing from the bush, I set up my tent already. He asked me where my car was. I told him the whole story. He responded: “Get your tent and jump in the car, I’ll bring you all the way safely to Broome.
Yes, I made it to Broome. A stunning place! I think a new adventure has started 🙂
Take care,
Amar from Broome