Booming Broome doesn’t disappoint

On my 90th birthday, a lovely present arrived in the form of a refund for a holiday two daughters and I had booked, flying to New York and cruising, finishing up in Rome.

My youngest daughter proposed we go to Broome for four days — a good idea.

We booked into a lovely two-bedroom apartment at one of the many resorts. My first morning was not exactly as I had planned. Coming down a flight of stairs at the resort I miscounted on the last two, tripped and fell on my face. I got to my feet very gingerly — nothing broken but I was left with a big, black bruise on my chin.

We’d had a lovely breakfast in town, so, after a swim we prepared for our sunset motorbike ride. Roger, from Broome Trike Tours, arrived with a magnificent Harley-Davidson and got us settled, him on the front and us behind him on either side, strapped in our safety belts. And off we went touring all the places of interest in the town and the beaches. We were on Cable Beach watching the kitesurfers, a great sight.

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