Arriving in Perth is a civilized experience, they run a bus to the CBD which costs a normal (ie $4.50) amount (unlike Melbourne) and isn’t a big secret (like Sydney). The hostels of central Perth appear to be mainly inhabited by long term residents, which makes sense, given their surprisingly reasonable prices and the high rents in Perth. The mining boom may be over in WA, but the mining industry still casts a long shadow over Perth – the airport departure board is full of internal flights to the Pilbarra, the airport itself is full of FIFO workers, and the BHP building looms large in the city skyline.
Nonetheless, Perth is a nice city to wander around (hot, even in October) and has a good domain (where I was hoping to see Red Kangaroos, but didn’t). It also has the Western Australian museum, covering all things WA, from the geology to the aboriginal culture. I also found a history of the Fortescue Metals Group in our hostel (who says backpackers don’t care about big business?) which gave an interesting insight into the recent history of WA’s enormous mining sector. All this was a good setup for what we had planned.
Even more so than the coastal route, the Great Northern is a proper long distance Australian outback road. If you’re looking to rent a car and drive off into the outback; this is your road. After passing through some small towns in the Perth area and into the Western Australian wheat belt, the road becomes increasingly remote and the landscape more sparse. We rented our car in Perth and headed out of town, stopping for the night in a free campsite near Wannamal, before starting the long drive north. Despite the simplicity of the road layout, we managed to get lost quite quickly leave the highway somewhere north of New Norcia, ending up at Buntine rocks. These are actually pretty cool and give a great panorama of the huge, flat, scrubby landscape that you’re driving into. And it wasn’t too difficult to find our way back to the highway.
We had been planning our first proper stop in a place called Cue (reputed to have a nice caravan park with real grass), but instead kept going as far as Meekatharra. Meekatharra is a small town, apparently based around a very large hole in the ground, which used to be an open cut mine. Now it’s the administrative centre for the area, an area of very sparse population and minimal development. Aside of appreciating the remoteness of a real Australian outback town, there’s not much to do here. It’s redder than Buntine though, it’s real red dirt country. We climbed the spoil heap, and walked along beside where the stream would be if it had any water in it, and made our dinner as fast as possible in the fly infested kitchen (even in October the flies are starting to increase wildly).
Next morning, we got back on the Great Northern and headed for the Pilbarra. After picking up petrol at Kumarina Roadhouse, where we got a good look at some enormous road trains as they stopped for fuel, we crossed the tropic line (having spent 2 1/2 years south of it).
The Great Northern passes through Newman, the biggest town in the Pilbarra and the first place of any size between Perth and Port Hedland. We didn’t stick around to inspect it in too much detail, we bought food, petrol and national park passes, so we could enter Karajini. We did all this as quickly as we could and reached Karajini in time for a swim at Circular Pool before sunset. Our first night camping in the tropics…