The stewards plonked him in his chair. One restrained him while the other steward rifled around in his own pockets. I heard the zips of two cable ties, and the entire back of the plane began to cheer and applaud.
Sundown, in a cave on the beachfront. A walkway skirts the overhang, the monumental Red Bluff shrouded in darkness overhead. Down in the sand a fire is burning slowly, and on the white hot coals a goat curry simmers in a camp oven.
Kalbarri marks the unofficial beginning of Australia’s North West. This is one of the world’s last remaining true wildernesses, and is regarded as one of the final frontiers of travel – even by Australians.