We followed the Savannah way from Kuranda going west. 2 nights at the Undara Lava
tubes from there to Georgetown where we enjoyed a well needed swim in the local pool. The museum here is worthwhile having a look at with its mineral and rock collection. Some great agats and thunder eggs.
The night was spent near a lagoon at the Cumberland chimney
after we watched the active birdlife for some time.
Finally we made it back to the gulf and ended up at Karumba Point
via Normanton. About 50 kms out of Normanton we came across 2 Korean boys on their bicycles in the heat of the day who had gotten into some strive. To many punctures and no tubes or repair kit left. We had some repair stuff which they used but after fixing at least 6 holes the air was still escaping. Vera already packed to the rafters was going to struggle to take two bikes, all their gear and the two boys on board. So I hauled down a ute travelling towards Normanton. Young Cody stopped who was going for a spot of fishing over the weekend to the Norman river. Luckily he had a fare bit of space in the ute and off went the boys and bikes. When we finally arrived in Normanton we saw the boys again they had booked into the camping ground and had to wait until Monday when the hardware shop reopened to get their bicycles fixed.
Made it to Karumba that night only to be woken at 5.00am on Sunday mornig by the first storm of the rainy season for us. We decided to stay only two nights because we didn’t want to get cut off.
Gregory downs was our next stop the best camp for me so far right next to the river where we rode down the rapids. So cooling and refreshing. English back packers were serving us our meal at the Gregory Downs Hotel that was first opened in 1877 that was only a few years after Burke and Wills had marked some trees near here.
Lawn Hill the next camp. Oh my god was it hot and the flies were chasing us however the gorge made up for it all.
It was magnificient to canoe through the gorge and arrive at the waterfall at the other end for a rewarding swim. There were also steps from the campground into the river. We lost count of how many swims we had.
Followingthe Savannah way we ended up in Hells Gate roadhouse for a night.
From here we went into Limmen National Park and were we in for a surprise. The Southern Lost City the most incredible rock formation stemming from a washed out escarpment. Stayed the night at Butterfly springs and had a dip in the waterhole were still a dripple of fresh water made it into the hole. We had to share it with a Mertens water monitor.
Again like the other nights before we were the only campers!! No one is as crazy as us and travels the top end at this time of the year.
Yes finally swimable water again at Mataranka Hot Springs. I think we got water logged. We stayed at the Mataranka Homestead adjacent to the Elsey National Park named after the station from the book. “We of the Never Never” by Jeannie Gunn. At the pool we met 3 aboriginal women from Karambula in the Kimberleys who had been driven by a taxi driver friend all the way from Kunnanarra to the hot springs. We sat in the pool and chatted to them for hours.
The question was out where to have Christmas we settled on Katherine. We got into Katherine on 24 December booked a table for two at the barrel and cruise bistro for Christmas day and then went straight to Katherine Gorge. We camped right at the gorge in the national park and went for one of the smaller circuit walks to have a look at the gorge then swim in the pool. On Christmas day not much more happened several swims interrupted only by the lunch we had booked in for. It was fabulous and we were well looked after. However i missed the kids terribly but managed to talk to both of them on the phone.
Yes I even found some Henkel Trocken.
On Boxig day our real Christmas present arrived. We, just coming back on the ferry after a walk to Pat’s lookout and Jedda Rock and a swim under the waterfall
when Glen started to waive at the ferry that was passing us. On the other ferry a person equally waiving their arms. Me, blind as anything couldn’t make out who the other person was. Then Glen announced “that was Kerri” our neighbour from Beach street. No way I said are you sure? We checked at the ferry booking desk and as it turns out it was Kerri. So we proceeded back to the boat ramp at 1.30pm when Kerri’s ferry was due back to return. She got a surprise to still find us here. We ended up chatting for a long time. The best present ever!