#HereWeGoAgain

That was the last fish caught for the day. For the next two and a half hours we fought the wind chop, averaging less than 20 knots on the return voyage

That aside, making sure I had the right gear for the job in the boat is of prime importance. The new reel needs to be threaded with line.

Home and our hunter and gathering exploits are inspected. Now what to do with them. Silver Leader deals with the fish, skinning and filleting as we want. The crabs need to be cooked up. We certainly do not have a pot to do them all at once.

Talking about being “on the road”, its time to get the Cruiser serviced. As we will be here almost a week. I call the local Totoyta dealer. Apologetically I find its a three week wait. So much for the that economy being hit by the effects of Covid.

He talks of the cool burning techniques of the Indigenous people and how with their control, the undergrowth is reduced while leaving the trees. His explanation fills in many of the questions asked by what we saw on the way here from Mataranka.

Our cultural guide is Neville. He is a local, born in Arnhem Land. He is unnervingly personable. His underlying formal education he tries to hide but his articulate presentation gives him away.

The band plays well to the audience. At one point the Aussie Crawl guitarist launches into what Jack Black in School of Rock (2003 Paramount) may have suggested was a face melting solo. It certainly had the crowd going and he certainly seemed to be lost in the music. The band plays well to the audience. At one point the Aussie Crawl guitarist launches into what Jack Black in School of Rock (2003 Paramount) may have suggested was a face melting solo. It certainly had the crowd going and he certainly seemed to be lost in the music.

We decide that the fishing is not hot enough, even if the temperature is, and pull the “discretion is the better part of valour” ticket and decide enough is enough. The thought of being crocodile fodder is not pleasant at all.

There is a gate at the edge of the park. We go through and head to the river. Its only a short walk to a beach surrounded by palms and gums. At our entry point we split up.

The game starts and finishes. It is so close, and the ups and downs of the individual teams is mirrored in the ferocity of the cheering from the floor.