Well fellow blog followers,  we were up bright and early this morning to embark on our final leg of this seemingly endless journey (😉 I’m just kidding – I’m loving it! but…. I am ready for it to be finished – 😳)

We said goodbye to our lovely coy friend…..

….. then it was back on the road again – seriously people… she’s a long way! But after two weeks of driving, caravan parks, truck stops, red dirt, mines, mining towns, towns I don’t need to see again, racist people in caravan park laundries, flat plains, wild goats/cows/birds/camels, spinifex, wind, rain and blue sky….. we have arrived safely in Broome.

From Mandurah to Broome, we have travelled approximately 2,700km.  That’s a lot of kms!  You can drive from Denmark to Madrid in Spain in the same kms whilst taking in Germany, Netherlands, France, Belgium, Luxembourg and Switzerland.   We haven’t left the state of Western Australia and we haven’t even come close to covering all of it!

One more night on the blow up mattress on the floor of my parents’ motorhome, then I will be moving into a grown up person’s cabin.

My guess is there will be some tears….