I don’t really like eggs, especially fried eggs. Eggs for breakfast would not be my ideal way to start the day, but when we camped at Purnululu National Park eggs were on the menu.
The road into Purnululu isn’t caravan friendly so we left our van at a stay station just off the highway and took our basic camping gear for an overnight visit: the tent, airbeds and the gas stove for cooking. We camped at the southern end of the park in the Wallardi Camp, a tranquil bush setting next to the dry stony bed of Bellburn Creek.
At sunrise we were woken by a dawn chorus, the melodious calls of tiny finches and doves competing with the raucous cries of sulphur crested cockatoos. It was time for breakfast. “Never fear my dear. I will cook the eggs for breakfast,” said Glen. “My fried eggs are delicious!”
There was just one small problem. The non-stick pan did not live up to expectations and my eggs were a mangled mess. Naturally, after washing the pan to clean away the remnants of my eggs, Glen’s eggs came out perfectly.