Choosing to
move to the lagoon was a great decision! Seriously, I’m not being sarcastic.
The place was fantastic and the birdlife was amazing! We set up our site by the
lagoon and bedded in. We also saw some freshwater crocodiles while collecting
firewood, so that’s another win.
Fresh, not salty like their bigger cousins. |
The view
over the lagoon was beautiful, and when signing in you are given a sheet of the
different birdlife here. I decided to try birding again. I love a bit of
nature, me, and can name some of the brighter, larger birds, but real birding
has never really appealed. Sure, watching birds is fun, but trying to name
them, especially the little ones, requires more patience than I possess. It’s
the tiny differences between species that does me. We saw both Brolgas and
Sarus Cranes here and the difference is a slightly redder neck… that was hard
to see and they’re 1.5m tall. I decided I’d rather re-connect with the street and listened to a bit of grime!
Straight out of Normanton! |
Later that
evening I started an awesome fire to cook our veggies on, and got to use my welder’s
gloves from Bunnings, they’re in Swedish colours and well worth $9 bucks… I can
literally touch fire.
I am the god of hellfire and I bring you, FIRE |
We watched
the sunset, and ended the night eating burnt veggies; the fire was a little too
hot.
The sweet spot |
This place is proper country, meaning there is wildlife everywhere; frogs
congregate around the toilets. You have to make sure you close the toilet lid because
no one wants to shit on a frog… except if the rumours are true, Miss Piggy.
Please don't pee on me |
The next
day we got about our business, which included lazing in our hammock, thanks Ric
and Lorelle,
A little comfier than my office chair to nap in |
and
generally enjoying the 34˚C winter weather of NW QLD.
We bring the shade |
We all know
that everything comes at cost. I have mentioned the Grey Nomads in previous
posts, and this is now the company we keep. We are the youngest people in the
park by 15yrs and the only people still in a tent. In fact ~90% of the traffic
we met coming here were pensioners towing their kids future happiness. The
first day we arrived we were offered a great spot by the lagoon. After we had
set up, we were informed this was a mistake, as every Tuesday they like to have
a “shindig” (yep, the real term they used) by the communal campfire, and as this site is
only 20 metres away they try and keep it free. We’d already set up, so told the
caretaker not to worry and that we’d weather their OAP party, but probably not
partake due to us being neither decrepit nor racist.
As 5:45pm
approached the near-dead army started stumbling, camp chairs in hand, towards
the communal campfire. The generator fired up (this place is off-grid), and the
good-old country music started blaring at a rather reasonable level.
Sid later threatened to cut Trevor, as he kept flirting with his Baby Mama. |
For the
next 2hrs we listened from the safety of our site as a mixture of tunes, from
UB40 to Cliff Richard and other numerous old-time country artists, filled the
night with their warbling. Every so often they’d lower the volume and someone
would stumble into the centre to tell an anecdote, read a poem or tell some
pun-filled, but strangely non-racist, jokes. It was bizarrely fun to listen to,
especially as an outsider and from the safety of the shadows.
By the end
of the night, Becky and I were nodding our head along to the classics; including
Tina Turner’s Simple the Best… maybe we are not as far behind them as I like to
think, I mean there are a lot of immigrants and it is a problem ‘cos they just
don’t understand our ways, see?
Tomorrow (Wednesday)
we head towards Boodjamulla NP, stopping overnight at the Burke and Wills
Roadhouse. After that we have Limmen NP in our sights. All these areas are very low in coverage and
don’t have much in the way of Internet, so the next blog entry might be a
while. But don't stress, I'll be back!
Your blog is now the highlight of my day (good grief, what has it come to?). A good belly laugh sets me up for the pitfalls of a not so boring day in Bath. We'll have to call you the 'trainee grey
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LL M xx
Now you're finding your groove! Glad the hammock got a little workout.
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