THERE IS SOMETHING INDEFINABLE about Broome. Fringed by an ancient and unrelenting desert, this town in Yawuru Country is an ocean-side oasis that exhibits a certain flimsiness. It’s as if any attempt to hold her would yield instant dissolution, leaving nothing but a few cagey crabs burrowing into the silty mangrove sand.
Certainly, to travellers emerging from the surrounding Kimberley, besmirched with pindan and blinking dry eyes at the sight of this border town, Broome is a mirage. She quenches desert thirsts with