Wyndham..
I'm falling in love with the Kimberley. Wyndham is a very interesting town. Desolate and quirky in equal measure, depending on where you look, and with what eyes. The isolation and remoteness gives the town a unique aesthetic, untouched by contemporary city life, but it is more than merely historic: it is strange. The kind of place where a scruffy donkey will follow you around the caravan park, peeking ears and eyes over the pool fence as you plunge into the chilly water. A place where derelict shacks and abandoned pick up trucks sit at the bottom of massive dry mountains; where every shop window on the main street is smashed; where the petrol station is the tourist bureau; and a cow grazes among a litter of stray kittens in an overgrown vacant lot. We watched on, gleeful, as a local mob squealed and ran giggling through the streets, following a girl who had caught a snake and was chasing her terrified mum with it, just for fun - pointing the stick that held the deadly reptile, draped and angry. We took a drive to the port and photographed most of the buildings there. Afterwards we watched the sun set from the Five Rivers lookout, which offers a spectacular panoramic view of the port, the mountain range, the mud flats, and the shabby little town that sits in the middle of the empty wilds.
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