‘It’s just over the hill slightly. It’s not far, don’t worry’ my little sis chirped.
It seems all I’ve done recently is dragged myself, half dead from the heat, into bars, plunked myself down and croaked for cider.
And it was only 10:30am. Welcome to Broome.
We spent the next two hours inside Matso’s, cowering from the heat, tasting their beers, picking at some lunch, before timing when the next bus would come so we could zip from one aircon to another.