We drove
out of Elsey NP, stopping to check out a swimming spot recommended by the
neighbours that replaced Mr Yellow Toenail. It was nowhere near as good as the
one made by Family Yellow Toenail, and definitely didn’t look crocodile free
enough to warrant a swim.
Nice suggestion, replacement Yellow Toenail |
We carried
on into Mataranka, and it was heaving, with caravans and camper trailers
everywhere. As we drove past the park, we got a glimpse of whipcracking
champion, Nathan Griggs cracking whips. He was cracking two whips, one in each
hand, and both were on fire. It’s as if just cracking a whip ain’t enough these
days, but you need to douse them in fuel and duel-wield to excite a crowd. However,
it was not impressive enough to make us stop.
We got to
Katherine mid-morning and started on our huge task list that had accrued since
we left the bright lights of Normanton. As it was Sunday most things were
closed, including the bottle shop, but we got our shopping, and spent some time
in the tourist information centre buying our Kakadu permits and getting
information on the local area. It seems that we have hit a very touristy and
expensive area, and this has certainly lowered our expectations. We have decided
to spend a few nights in Nitmiluk Gorge National Park, before heading to
Kakadu.
We then spent
over an hour freezing in the over air-conditioned McDonalds using their free
wifi to post a few blogs and have something from their gourmet menu. Eating
here was something I later regretted during my McSquirts. Oh how I suffer for
my art.
As we were
driving into Nitmiluk, we spotted the Dutch trio driving in the opposite
direction. After a brief and harrowing flashback, we recouped and decided we’d
have to be careful over the next week, as we must only be a few days behind
them. We arrived at Nitmiluk around 4pm and set the tent up on the hard, rocky
ground. Getting the pegs in and moving the tent several times caused a few
meltdowns, but we got there in the end. It was a nice place, if not a little
expensive ($37 per night for an unpowered site) and even had a pool. Luckily it
wasn’t too packed, and we tucked into our pot noodles and went to bed.
There was
some nice birdlife around the site, including quite a few bowerbirds. I was
worried that my cock-blocking reputation might have reached them, but they
didn’t seem too bothered by me.
She's gonna love this! |
Becky had
circled a lovely walk for us. This one was nearer 9km, and although waaay over
our limit, we felt we needed to see some of the gorge, otherwise we’ve just
wasted $73 for two nights camping. We set off just after 10am, past another
huge colony of little red flying foxes, towards the top of the gorge.
Becky has started writing her blog entry about these fellas |
By the time
we’d reached the first look out, we were already tiring of the whole thing.
This it? |
But we kept
on, and on and on and on and on. We’d walked a little over 4km by the time we
reached Pat’s lookout, and it was a very nice lookout. We sat down, drank some
water and I said “we’re only 600m from the next lookout, and it says you can get
a good look at the second part of the gorge”, which I now know to look eerily
similar to the first part of the gorge.
Boodjamulla was better. |
Becky reluctantly
agreed that we should try to see as much as possible, and we headed off to the
next spot. What we didn’t check was how hard going it was, and it was rough. After
600m of rock scrambling we finally made it, and Becky was in full moan mode.
She’d had enough of the walk, and the rock scramble to a lookout not that dissimilar
to the last had pushed her over the edge.
Wow, the second gorge looks so different |
While we
were there, a chap at the spot suggested that doing a longer loop, rather than
following the path back, would be easier. He made a reasoned point that the
route away from the gorge edge should be less of a scramble and therefore
quicker. This made sense, so we decided we’d do the same route, just 10 minutes
behind him and his family. After 500m of rougher, harder rock scrambling we
realised that not only was this path longer, it was also a lot tougher. By the
time we reached camp we’d walked for over 4 hours and covered approximately
12km. Becky has currently sworn off any walk over 3km… but we never really
learn.
The rest of
the day was a struggle to rehydrate and cool down. I even took a dip in the
campsite pool. The wildlife around campsites is good enough, so fuck the whole
hiking thing.
Walked all of 1metre from my camp for this Blue-faced honeyeater |
We had a
lovely bolognaise for dinner and went to bed utterly shattered. I feel it is
worth mentioning a French family camped near by with between 4-7 kids. I didn’t
get the exact number of kids due to the father getting a little creeped out by
me trying to do a head count of his kids. Although they were quite noisy, we
didn’t get annoyed once. I think we might have reached peak frustration with
people after the Dutch incident and passing them on the way in has reminded us
of how bad it can get. Or we were just too tired to care. Besides, large French
families remind me of my friend, Thomas, and that’s not a bad thing. His kids
are nicer and better behaved though.
The next
morning we headed back to Katherine, to shop for the next seven days in Kakadu
and post another blog. I have been scheduling them a few days apart, so they
can appear when we are out of range for a while. Despite the huge burden this
has become, I think I’m getting the hang of it. Shame it’s not 10 years ago
when blogging was a thing.
We also
booked our next car service at Kmart automotive Darwin. The second battery
seems to be losing charge quicker, meaning the fridge keeps powering off. Could
it be that Kmart automotive Cairns wasn’t trying to rip us off? This made us
re-think the whole, ignore the advise of mechanical experts thing and booked
the rear brakes and an engine degrease, to try and find the source of an oil
leak that doesn’t seem to affect the oil levels. It
looks like Darwin is going to be very expensive.
Next stop
Kakadu.
Omg I haven't laughed so much for years. Those Tom expressions take me back a few years!!! LL M xxxx
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