Our final destination! It’s actually called “Turkey Creek” or “Warmun” but Turkey world seems to slip off the tongue.
We have had a massive week since we arrived in Kununurra. Husband went away for two nights flying a photographer around some incredible scenes of the Kimberley. The photos Husband took on his iPhone were postcard worthy in themselves.
Little Boy and I struggled to adapt to the time difference, the heat and the new slow-paced lifestyle. We attended two playgroups, had dinner with the beautiful family who pastor Kununurra Freedom Church, ate barramundi and chips and went for lots of swims in the pool. As lovely as it was, we were ready for Turkey Creek to get settled in and stop living out of a suitcase.
The first thing we noticed when we arrived was that the grass is probably waist height, if not higher. Another pilot, L, has been here for the last few weeks and has already hacked into some of the mowing but there is a LOT to be done. Lucky for me, ladies just don’t do the mowing…right? Hopefully we can get a tractor in to slash it because it would take all season (and countless litres of beer) to mow with a push mower.
Another obstacle is – we don’t have a cot for Little Boy. Should. Have. Brought. The. Port-a-cot. Silly us thinking we could pick up a “cheap” cot in Kununurra. The only cot in town was in excess of $450 not including the mattress. Dang. He’ll be sleeping on a single bed next to ours for the next little while.
I plan to blog more frequently now we’re here. If anyone wants to see pics of anything or know about anything here, let me know!