We got to Port Hedland to find out that there was no room at the inn.... There was one caravan park that would "allow" us to come in, if, and only if we only put up the little tents and locked up the trailer outside. Matt agreed. When we got in, all around us was camper trailers, and I have no idea why we were not allow to put ours up. Maybe it was too dirty, maybe we were. It took us 1.5 hours to get all the stuff out of the trailer to get set up. It's tricky when the trailer is your home, kitchen, and bedroom... We actually had to unpack it in the middle of the road, anyway, I have moved on, really I have. Luckily, we have 4 little 2 man tents to get into. Squeezy, but fine.
Staircase to the moon. What can I say. Clouds. It was a long way to come to see a cloudy sky! Anyway, our friends, the Brieffies, and Bubi, Line and baby Samuel were there, so we did have a lovely evening.
On our way out of town the next day, we were priviledged enough to see this amazingly wide load that took the entire road. Big Things, and Salt Piles, all in a picture. Port Hedland.
It's a busy town, not really a place to sit and relax (although it seems that a lot of people book and stay for months on end in the caravan park - go figure). For us, it ended up being a place to stock up on food, fuel, get hinges on glasses frames bent back into shape, sort out stuff, and get outta there!
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