Travel Diary

At the end of the day we could have lunched all day in such a spot, but there are places to go people to see

Snaps are taken but these are nothing on the sights that await us at the bottom.

The sun is sinking in the west, so we head back to the first boat. It has been replaced with the dining boat,

60% of the leg travelled and still no camels, Forbsy is squirming in his seat with the repeated jibes reminding him of the earlier call.

The “why” is the key.

We venture further down and onto the track to the northern boat ramp. Its rough gravel but certainly not impassable for the ordinary car

With the sun setting the vista changes and if anything becomes even more spectacular.

Tonight, we have decided to go full hog on the food. Forbsy has a butterflied, lamb shoulder roast he wants to share, and I will contribute Tuscan Meatballs.

Out of the bush we find a spot well back from the river for our croc spotting women folk to view from and the hunter and gatherers load up and start to fish with lures and poppers.

Robyn is like a pig in mud, so is Rosalie. They look here, they look there. Robyn sees something she thinks might look good on here ears and I agree

Rosalie suggests to Robyn she needs a mango smoothie to go and Robyn readily agrees she needs one too. Robyn needs a toilet stop before we head out so we tell both women we will meet them at the front gate which is adjacent to the smoothie distributor.