#AroundOztheFirstTime

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

The “why” is the key.

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

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

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

As we drift back to the boat ramp we are set upon by the local constabulary. They are eager to know when Peter is taking his mother ship out for location for the overnight tours

Wandering, always wandering we find ourselves at the head of the harbour where in World War II gun emplacements were built to protect the port.

I muse to Silver Leader is that all we need to do is get a boat and motor along the banks with lures behind. He simply agrees.

I actually can’t wait to come back on our own and do it again. There was so much we didn’t see

The croc on the other bank slips into the water and disappears whilst heading towards the causeway on the other side of the river.