The full moon is about to set. Absolute silence and then we are rewarded with a magnificent sunrise. The mountain is colored in all shades of red with touches of black (Magnetite or ironstone).
Hans is always a bit ahead of me.
It is difficult to leave this beautiful place, but the return of the flies helps us run away.
The road to Carnarvon doesn't offer much distraction. One only stop, at the Claypans, where we had hoped to see the Burrowing Bees nesting. A big and handsome, 1 cm large, Australian native bee, which burries one egg at a time in an up to 15-30 cm deep hole dug in the stonehard clay. Up to 7 holes before she, most of the time, dies from the effort. The dormant larvae stays underground for almost a year before appearing, as adult, in July.
Early arrival to "Wintersun campsite" in Carnarvon. Water, lots of it. Everything gets washed - we, clothes, hair and even the car.
Supper in town on the "Harbourside Café" with Pink Snapper and French fries. They are just as good as in Belgium.
An sunset walk along the Gascoyne River. The gum trees are huge with white stems.
We end this eventful day quietly in bright moonlight - with a last glass of white wine.
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