The bus eases out of Broome’s low-rise streets and the Indian Ocean opens like a cooled blue sheet; salt-slick light slides across Roebuck Bay as the guide leans in with a local story. In 150 minutes a boutique white coach threads through the town’s best windows — Cable Beach’s wind-sculpted sand, the blood-red sandstone of Gantheaume Point, the quiet rows of carved headstones in the Japanese cemetery, and the compact, lived-in lanes of Chinatown. The rhythm of the tour is deliberate: short stops, layered histories, and plenty of time for photographs.