Cape Leveque - Beach Shack Castaways

With our monster hired 4wd Toyota Prado packed to the gills, we hit the red, sandy road to Cape Leveque. The road's corrugation combined with mosaic strips of dried mud from rain past; then after 100kms the road suddenly turns to perfect asphalt.

On the tip of the Cape we stay at an aboriginal run eco resort called Kooljaman. What a place! Remote, alternating rocky and sandy beaches accessible from a great accommodation idea: beach shacks. 

We spent three days at Bugur shelter, careful how you pronounce that, a rough woodframe and leaf construction with an open shower in the corner which hosted thirsty birds and lizards. 

Deep sandy tracks wound across the foreshore - deflating the tyres and some steering wheel wrestling got us to the shack. 

For the evenings, there was a firepit to sit and ponder the starlit night with the rotating beams of light from the nearby lighthouse lighting the universe before the eye disappeared into the Milky Way.

Sunsets were a spectacle of red and gold, especially vivid from Western Beach with its deep red, white flecked rocks. 

For the morning wakeup,  a short barefoot walk from the shack led to Sunrise from Eastern Beach, a stunning range of pastel pink and blue shades increasing to a crescendo of intensity.

For food, we are spoilt by top class chefs in the restaurant - threadfin salmon followed by wattleseed creme brulee. Mention should be made of Gen's battery-powered candle phobia which resurfaced here. Here we are so laid back, we are pretty near horizontal.

For our last night we indulge in a pre-prepared 'bush butler' meal of garlic bread, marinated fish and potatoes wrapped in foil and dropped into the blazing hot embers of our beach shack firepit. Well, we nearly got it right, just burnt a bit of the food around the edges, but it tasted great with our chilled white wine from the esky.