Well we are stuck in Derby waiting for parts. There is only one caravan park here and it is not bad as caravan parks go. It is full of people who have just come off the Gibb (many doing repairs or cleaning the dust out of everything) or are about to start it. We probably would not have come here otherwise, but it’s probably the best time to be in Derby, as we are here for the Boab Festival. The first night here we went to the “Mardi Gras” street parade which looked like it attracted the entire town. There were numerous floats, the police, fire dept, SES, local business owners, aboriginal health service etc. We lined the main street watching and had candy thrown at us from the people on the floats. You’ve never seen so many gray nomads picking up lollies off the ground! I even saw patients out the front of the hospital, out on the street with a nurse with them watching.
The next night we were off to the Mary Island fishing club for the crab races. Marine Biologist Lesley back in Sydney, will not be happy about this. Never having been to a crab race we were not sure what to expect. We bought a “racer” crab for $10 and tried our luck. We named it speedie. The winner got a crab pot with their crab in it which we planned to give to a fishing nomad neighbor at the caravan park.
We thought we had to see what a crab race was about. I did feel sorry for the crabs in the end though. Apart from the terror of the race they all ended up in a pot after all that racing and were eaten at the BBQ later. We couldn’t eat any crabs that we had met, so we went down to the wharf for the sunset and to eat other sea creatures at the restaurant there.