It’s the slow season in Broome. So slow, in fact, that it’s a little eerie. The beach is empty. The streets are empty. A number of shops and restaurants are closed for the season.
But emptiness has its virtues.
That perfect spot on the beach is always available. No screaming kids. No blaring radios set on different radio stations. No one running past and accidentally kicking sand into your lunch.
Being a glass half full kind of guy, I know can always get my glass fully-filled at any restaurant at any time. Just walk in, sit down, and get served immediately. No waiting.
Think of it as life in the slow lane.