Day 28-31 Across the Kimberley

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Leaving Kununurra was a little bit hard. We had settled in well to our lagoon side site, the kids had made friends and we finally sat down long enough to read our books – it was feeling less touristy, more holiday-like. Regardless we did pack up and headed south to Turkey Creek.

The scenery on this part of the drive was most enjoyable once again. I kept trying to think what it was like, but kept coming up blank. I know I’m not the most widely travelled person getting about, so it may just be my perspective, but it seems to me this is a unique part of the world. We passed by the entrance to the Bungle Bungle with something of a sigh… Next time. Only 50 km as the crow flies from the highway, but not so much as a hint of anything resembling them from our vantage point. Continue reading “Day 28-31 Across the Kimberley” →

Day 27 Turned 37 and gone the full nomad

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Happy birthday to me! It was too, blueberry pancakes for breakfast with birthday candles on top followed by another paddle on the Lilly Creek Lagoon. We saw two freshies this time around, though they didn’t hang around long once they saw us. Probably went swimming about right beneath us. That evening we visited the Mirimar National Park, or mini bungles as the kids decided they should be, after which we took a picnic dinner to the top of Kelly’s Knob for the sunset. Dinner was topped off with some delicious sort of chocolate contraption that Emma had whipped up adorned with a sparkler for effect. Love it. So Tess, in answer to your query I guess we did do something special ‘er’ for my birthday. Continue reading “Day 27 Turned 37 and gone the full nomad” →

Day 22-26 Canoeing with crocs

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‘Down by the waters edge, have you got a torch?. Shine it out there, you can see the crocs moving about.’ So said our friendly grey nomad neighbors. They had been here for 14 days, having cracked the chassis on their Triton on some far flung road. They lent us a spotlight which put our little LED torch to shame, and sure enough there came the reflections of a half dozen or so crocs cruising around the lagoon, some of them just meters away from the bank where we stood, and many were camping. All ‘freshies’ though so nothing to worry about. Guess they must be, we haven’t read any news of croc attacks since leaving Darwin.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. We left Katherine a few days back. One of the apparent advantages of this lifestyle is I really couldn’t tell you just how many days ago it was. Does it matter? Virgin territory for us all the drive was good from the beginning but was brilliant as soon as we hit the Gregory National Park (no not just because it’s my namesake!). The road wends it’s way through dark ochre cliffs and the wind was from behind which does wonders for my mood behind the wheel. We didn’t stop but time just drifts effortlessly by. Continue reading “Day 22-26 Canoeing with crocs” →