A Landcruiser roars to rest at the kerbside. The driver jumps out and slaps on his broad-brimmed hat. All his clothes, from top to boots, are tinged with a dusty red hue. His sun-induced wrinkles aren't even spared. He'll pick up some supplies as fast as possible, then head back out to his property.
A lady, probably in her fifth decade, strolls past with her labrador. The grains of wet sand are camoflaged by the dog's off-white hair. She wears a purple-flowered sarong, sandy bare feet and a smile.
A battered campervan creaks to a halt. The paintwork looks like grey, acid-wash jeans. A young couple slowly climb out, nattering away in German. Their bronze skin in decorated with frayed string and shell jewellery on ankles and wrists. They press a creased map out on the side of the van and decide where to go next.
Cable beach
The red pindan dust stains the ocean.
The Japanese and Chinese cemetaries are reminders of Broome's pearling history.
