We also stopped briefly at the Japanese cemetery to read
about the many Japanese pearl divers that perished either diving the deep ocean
depths, or on fishing or pearling boats caught in storms and cyclones. Many of
the graves have colored beach rocks as headstones.
There is also a cemetery dedicated to the Chinese that were
prolific here as storekeepers and traders during the Pearl diving heyday There
are still descendants of those traders today running Asian grocery shops.
Brendan dropped me down the street, and I had an hour to
myself among the shops. Had a look through the many pearl shops, galleries and
other little shops around Chinatown, but didn’t buy anything. Must admit I
didn’t feel entirely comfortable roaming around by myself with all the
aboriginal people loping around (some screaming at each other, or coming up and
asking me for money – seems to be the same in most outback towns, and although
I’m getting used to it, if I’m honest I must admit it still bothers me).
Anyway, while I was browsing the shops and information
centre, Brendan was back at the park supervising the kids and washing the very,
very dirty car. After yesterdays adventure up 200km of sandy, bright red dirt,
it was atrocious. Actually I think he was rather proud of it! Anyway, it was due for a wash.
The afternoon was spent in the beautiful pool, practising
our snorkelling techniques, getting ready for Ningaloo Reef in a week or so’s
time. This will be Lily’s first attempt at snorkelling, so she was keen to get
some practise in.
I've just declared to Steven that we really HAVE to go to Broome just to eat fish and chips on Cable Beach at sunset (and because secretly I want to do cartwheels like Lily too!!)
ReplyDeleteWe wish we were still there. Such a great way to end a day.
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