Thursday, 12 August 2021

Day 43 - Edith Falls

 (Kate)

Day 43 – Schoolwork and blogwork for Nicole and Kate in the morning, while Ben and Keith drove into Katherine for supplies.

Feeling refreshed after this afternoon's swim in the "plunge pool" at Edith Falls. We slowly swam our way the 150metres to the waterfalls, where the brave amongst us got a head and shoulder massage under the falls themselves.  It was good that we had to put effort into swimming, because the water was pretty cold.  Noodles were also essential for floating comfort.  We are glad that we bought these before leaving Adelaide.

The kiosk at Edith Falls was a great place to get an icecream and read some amusing memes.














Day 42 - Kakadu to Katherine

 (Kate)

Day 42 – Kakadu to Katherine

We packed up at Cooinda.  What a great place this has been.  We visited Warradjan Cultural Centre on the way out.  Kate bought a couple of books, including Judy Opitz’s autobiography.  We headed south towards Katherine, stopping to make lunch at Pine Creek, and to use Australia’s cleanest toilets.  They even have soap – no need to byo here.  Ben chatted to the volunteer operating the train museum again.  We kept going, and were initially thinking that we would stop at Edith Falls for a swim on the way, but given the lateness of the hour by the time we got there, we decided to do a day trip from Katherine instead.  We stopped at the tourist info centre to book into a Nitmiluk (Katherine Gorge) 2-gorges tour, and to get water ($2 for 50L).  We picked a caravan park at Manbulloo Homestead, about 12 km SW of town.  It’s beaut.  We are in the overflow area but there is plenty of space and we have set up tarpaulin city to keep the wind and the dust and the sun at bay.  Its noticeably drier/less humid here.  And it got cool as soon as the sun went down – what is this madness called cold weather?!?  We had to put jumpers on – overnight forecast 9 degrees.  There are mango trees lining the driveway at Manbulloo, and they sell frozen and dried mangoes at reception.  YUM.....








Days 38-41 Kakadu

 (Kate)

Day 38-41 Kakadu

We packed up at the mango farm.  It was hot and sweaty work, but we are getting used to it.  We fill up our water bottles 5-6 time a day here in the tropics, because we lose so much water through sweating.  In the SA outback we allow 4 litres of water per person per day for cooking and drinking, but here we need to allow about 10 litres.  We drove out the gate before 10am – great team effort for us.

We drove on the bitumen all the way to Kakadu.  We stopped at Pine Creek to refuel on diesel and a few groceries.  $5 for a packet of Jatz biscuits.  A good car snack.  We called ahead to the Cooinda Lodge and booked in for 3 nights in the unpowered section.  It was $40 a night – not too bad. We picked it because it’s close to Yellow Waters, and a sunset cruise on Yellow Waters was on Ben’s “must-do” list on this trip.  When we arrived we found Cooinda to be very spacious and relaxed.  We could choose our own site, so we setup right at the back – furthest away from the amenities but quietest.  Plenty of trees and shade, and tent-peg-friendly ground.  There are lots of mozzies here but not as many moths, grasshoppers or beetles as at the Mango Farm.  After setup we went for a swim in the pool – it was amazing.  It looks like what I imagine a pool at a resort would look like.  Massive, with an accessibility ramp, a shaded shallow area for people with small children, and a spa.  In addition there was a separate pool for parents with toddlers and babies.  Lots of sun lounges and grassy areas all around the pool, and a cool water feature, with water cascading down over big rocks to the spa.  We set up the big tent and the medium tent since we’ll be here for at least 3 nights.

Day 39 – day trip to Jabiru and Cahill’s Crossing.  We stopped at the Bowali Visitors centre (photos) which was fantastic – lots of information on country, including some of the animals we have seen.  Ants with green abdomens, who build nests from leaves up in the trees.  I thought these were bird nests, but now I know.  There is a separate cultural centre (Warradjan) which has info on culture. https://kakadutourism.com/trip-planning/culture   




We went to check out Cahill’s Crossing, which is a crossing over the East Alligator River to Arnhem Land, which you need a permit to go into.  There is a platform for visitors to view crocs.  Apparently at high tide, the sea pushes up into the river, bringing fish with it, and the estuarine crocs wait for the food to come to them.   There were plenty of crocs to watch in the middle of the day, but we were advised at the Border Store/Arts Store that about 5pm would be the best time to watch the high tide spectacle.

So we decided to come back later in the day, and drove to Ubirr, a local rock formation that you can climb and get 360 degree views.  It’s popular at sunset for this reason.  It was superhot in the middle of the day, and the sign at the carpark recommends allowing1.5-2 hours return for the walk, and taking 1 litre of water per person per hour.  Ben wanted to do the walk then and there but the rest of us rebelled on account of the heat.  Ben was a little salty but agreed to return later in the day or the following morning.  We went back to Jabiru for OPTUS reception, and the visit Foodland to get noodles in a cup, and cans of drink so we could have an early dinner while watching the crocs at Cahill’s Crossing.  We sat on the viewing platform for a couple of hours, with about a dozen other people, watching the crocs in their home.  We saw 2 big crocs catch a fish each.  One climbed up onto the bank afterwards to have a rest.  The biggest croc crawled up onto the causeway at one point and just sat there.  Then a road train arrived.  None of us really wanted to see a flat croc but we were interested in who would give way first.  The croc did.

Ben used the bushman’s kettle to boil water for the noodle cups (yay Ben) and delivered them to us on the platform with a can of cold lemonade.  6pm arrived and there were still no waves of fish coming up the river, even though we could see the water level rising on the downstream side of the crossing.  Maybe it wasn’t a very high tide today.  Ben wanted to go and do the Ubirr climb, but the rest of us rebelled again but agreed to return in the morning.







Are they rocks or crocs?!?



This is the croc that had to give way to the road train earlier.  They open their mouths either as a sign of aggression or to cool themselves by allowing heat to escape from their mouths.



Day 40 – Yellow Waters Cruise

With some excitement, we arrived at the Cooinda Lodge reception area at 4pm as instructed, to catch the shuttle bus to Yellow Waters (pretty close –3 minutes maybe, but it was still nice to travel there in an air conditioned bus).  There were 3 boats going out on this sunset tour.  We had the coolest guide of them all – his name was Dennis  He identified with both his Indigenous heritage and his European heritage, and told us lots of great stories.  He was very welcoming of all of us tourists, and welcomed us to country.  He was very knowledgeable about all the wildlife, and cracked lots of jokes.  Sometimes it was difficult to tell us if he was having a lend of us or not.  We cruised about on the water for 2 hours, stopping every time there was an interesting animal to look at.  Lots of crocs.  Lots of whistling ducks (brown and small).  There was also a black and white duck, but his grandma told him not to ever hunt that one. $5000 duck, I think he called it.  These ducks mate for life, and if you kill one for food, the mate will starve themselves to death.  His grandma told him not to kill any animal unless he was going to eat it.  Lots of Egrets (white, snake-like neck).  The egret that hangs around cows and horses is called the Cattle Egret.  We’ve noticed them a lot on our trip already.  There are 3 other Egrets up here in Kakadu.  We learned that any animal with a hoof is not native to Australia, but nevertheless is a good food source for crocs and people.  There are wild horses, pigs, cattle, buffalo, which have been released over the last couple of hundred years when the settlements managing them were abandoned.  We learned that a croc has the crushing power in its jaws of 3.5 Toyota Hiluxes.  We learned that Crocs have small stomachs, and even though they eat birds, they will vomit up the feathers later, just like cats vomit up fur balls.  We learned that just because someone else is swimming in a waterway in the NT, doesn’t mean it’s croc-free.  “Look at the signs” Dennis said.  “Drink 6-8 litres of water each day up here” said Dennis.  “More people die in the NT from dehydration than from croc attacks every year.”  The bigger crocs with identifying features like big scars or missing limbs from fighting with other crocs have names given to them by the guides.  Max.  Boofhead.  Dennis described the wide floodplains as their food bowl.








Spot the croc










Day 41 – Ubirr – finally!

Ubirr climb for Nicole and Ben.  Nicole set a cracking pace and they made it back to the car in an hour. 





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Days 35-37 Daly River Mango Farm

 (Kate)

Day 35-37 Daly River Mango Farm.

We left Darwin and drove south towards Litchfield National Park, where we planned to camp for a few nights.  In the park we stopped at Blyth Homestead, formerly lived in by a couple called Harry and Alma Sargent and their 14 children, who mined tin in a nearby hill.  It sure looked like a hard life, but the info at the homestead gave the impression of a content, resourceful family who made the most of what God had given them.  There were quite a few flies buzzing around but they didn’t try to land on your eyes or go up your nose the way they would in the Flinders Ranges ;)  I guess that’s the advantage of co-existing with flies in a more humid climate.

We moved onto Surprise Creek Falls at the south end of the park, using the Reynold’s track (4WD-only) to get there.  We arrived mid-afternoon and were frustrated to find that the campground only had about 8 sites and all were full.  They were heavily fenced and bouldered, leaving no possibility of camping outside the designated sites.  Probably for good reason, but this was still highly annoying, as we’d driven half the day to get there, and were looking forward to camping there because it had been recommended by our friends in Darwin.  In hindsight we learned that it was the Friday before the last long weekend of the year in the Northern Territory, so of course lots of people had taken Friday off and got away early to go camping.  This is what happens when we are on holiday and stop paying attention to what the rest of the working world is doing J

Taking our cue from the Sargent family, we consulted Wikicamps, and headed for the Mango Farm Tourist Park – small family-run caravan park just south west of Litchfield at Daly River.  The Mango Farm had good reviews, including some mouth-watering descriptions of various mango-related foods available to purchase there.  It turned out great.  Spacious shady campsites, great amenities, a very inviting swimming pool, and there were only 5 other campers currently there, so it was nice and quiet.  There were a few 100-year old mango trees dotted throughout the park, and they dropped their fruit at random times (possibly assisted by birds or animals).  When this happened next to the camp kitchen, it sounded like a gunshot or an explosion as the mango hit the tin roof, but we soon got used to it.  I’d love to show you photos of the mango-related foods, but we ate them too quickly.  Mango cheesecake was my personal favourite, and Nicole’s favourite was frozen mango cheeks.  There was also mango icecream.

We did go for an afternoon trip back to Surprise Creek Falls to swim, and it was fun but super-busy, which wasn’t really our thing for the introverts of the family.  See - God was looking after us by diverting us to the Mango Farm :)


The mango trees at Daly River Mango Farm



Surprise Creek


Crocodile advise notice at Surprise Creek Falls






Our setup at Mango Creek Farm

The front of the car after a particularly large patch of bulldust on the Reynold's track

The patch of bulldust showered our windscreen.  This was a first for us - we had to stop and clean it off.









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