We have a long haul of over 3000kms south, down to Adelaide, before we head across to Sydney. Long days, with a couple of 900kms days, mainly camping on the way. We have been told facilities will be few and far between and we will have to cook for ourselves. Most of us have been looking forward to this and the Aussie barbie as part of the experience.
This morning we have a new driver, Rick. With his tanned skin, cowboy hat, shorts and shirt, and easygoing temperament, he is the stereotypical Oz cowboy. With a bus instead of a brumby.
Today is a long day but not a long distance as we head for the Kakadu National Park First stop is the Wetlands Visitor Centre where some of the guys head off for the Crocodile Cruise on the river. Jumping salties don’t appeal so I while away an hour in the children’s section of the visitor centre. Its another hot day but the cafe is not even open. Soon we are back on the road again, heading for our campsite, just outside the small one horse town of Jabiru. We dump our stuff in the tents quickly as we are off to Ubirr to see native Aboriginal Rock Art. Rick, is also our tour guide and he regales us with stories and general information as he drives, pointing out particular plants, trees, land formations, termite mounds and explaining the history as we go. Frequent stops and long guided walks to keep us exercised and see more of the country. How we wish we had had a Rick all the way on this trip.
This morning we have a new driver, Rick. With his tanned skin, cowboy hat, shorts and shirt, and easygoing temperament, he is the stereotypical Oz cowboy. With a bus instead of a brumby.
Today is a long day but not a long distance as we head for the Kakadu National Park First stop is the Wetlands Visitor Centre where some of the guys head off for the Crocodile Cruise on the river. Jumping salties don’t appeal so I while away an hour in the children’s section of the visitor centre. Its another hot day but the cafe is not even open. Soon we are back on the road again, heading for our campsite, just outside the small one horse town of Jabiru. We dump our stuff in the tents quickly as we are off to Ubirr to see native Aboriginal Rock Art. Rick, is also our tour guide and he regales us with stories and general information as he drives, pointing out particular plants, trees, land formations, termite mounds and explaining the history as we go. Frequent stops and long guided walks to keep us exercised and see more of the country. How we wish we had had a Rick all the way on this trip.
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