On the way back to Kununurra I experienced my first punctunre on the Gibb River Road, not bad after 6 trips up and back. However when you get a puncture on the Gibb you really know about it, a sharp rock pretty much tore the tyre to shreds, leaving rubber here, there and everywhere. Other than that the return trip was relatively uneventful, even the corrugations seemed bearable. I even had time to stop and snap a few photos !!
At the Pentecost crossing (For those who don't know, in the north we don't have bridges, but instead crossings, where if the water is low enough - that is the tide is out and the Wet far enough in the past, you get to drive your 4WD across the rocky riverbed. The Penteco
st is a huge river, and the crossing is quite close to where it makes its way in to the ocean. It is the last crossing on the Gibb before the relative safety of the Great Northern Highway and Kununurra) we came across an English guy on his motorbike, and a Japanese guy on a fully loaded push bike. (What kind of fool would ride along the Gibb River Road ?) Despite repeated warnings about the number of crocodiles and an offer to carry him across in the back of the ute he pressed on. The Englishman tempted fate by asking, I wonder if Japanese taste like chicken ? He did make it across unscathed, after walking the bike all the way across.Finally, I can't finish this story without a small thanks to a certain car hire company that somehow ended up charging me less than I could believe for the car hire, including no charge for the tyre or the removal of the thick layer of dust which covered both the outside and inside of the car. Nice work fellas.
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