As we had not been to the tip of the Dampier Peninsular on our previous trip, we thought we should go. The main Broome Highway leading up the peninsular is very badly formed dirt up until Beagle Bay, the rest is tar! Very strange!
Everyone believes that Cape Leveque is the Dampier Peninsular, but in fact Cape Leveque is just one very small point on the west of the Dampier Peninsular. In order to get there, you need to go to Kuljaman, pay $10 before you can see the sea or the lighthouse at Cape Leveque - it's all on private property and has the reputation for being the best place to visit. From what we could see it is red cliff lelading down to white sand and blue sea, similar to Barn Hill and where you need to walk some distance to be able to swim.
Having found that we had to pay the resort first, we decided to skip this and visit Cygnet Bay Pearl Farm which preports to be the oldest pearl farm in Australia. Again, to be able to view this facility, you had to pay for a tour visit.
Having seen a pearl farm from the sea, we decided, yet again to forgo this and went to One Arm Point (Bardi) to look at the Trocus Hatchery run by the local Aboriginal Community. It cost $10 to enter their land. With this "permit", you could use their beaches, fish, and visit their hatchery. The beaches were immaculate with the clearest water and whitest sand. The fish were biting (we met some very excited fishermen beside the local boatramp). The Trocus Hatchery is very basic with only two tanks of Trocus shells - one with very large and the other with newly developed Trocus. There were many other tanks, however, filled with huge and brilliantly coloured clams, many different soft corals, clown fish as well as other Kimberley saltwater fish as well as a turtle that had been hurt and put there to recouperate.
On the road in to Bardi, we saw another Tailgate camper just like ours. As they are very unusual, we stopped to chat with Marian and Glenn and took a photo of the two campers together at One Arm Point.
Home for the night was Gumbarrun, also owned by a small Aboriginal Community. The view was magnificent with sea views all around. But no swimming because below the rocky cliffs were mangroves and maybe the odd croc or two! The whole place seemed a little uncared for, the sites were not really clean and the satelite phone unused some kilometer from the camping.
The travel to the end of Dampier Peninsular confirmed our suspicion that we had already stayed at the best place, Gnylmarung!