Evelyn leaving today
Evelyn is in the shower and I have grabbed a few minutes on the internet. We have cleaned out the car and repacked all her things seperately. At 1am tomorrow morning her flight leaves for Brisbane and then she is off home back to Austria. So today is for sad farewells and the beginings of new journey's.
My plans at the moment are to head for the West Coast. I am dying for a surf at the moment but that will still be a little way away. My first adventure I hope to have is traversing the Gibb River Road, a gravel track between Kunnanara and Derby that runs right through the middle of the Kimberly. I have receieved conflicting advice as to whether it is advisable to try this road in a 2WD vehicle but it seems that as long as it does not rain or rain heavily carefull and judicous driving will see me through.
For the last week Evelyn and I were in Kakadu again. We stayed near Cooinda and Yellow Waters and then went on down to Gunlom falls. Gunlom is a hug and spooky waterfall plunge pool. The crocodile warning signs are still there but even the rangers say it is safe for swimming. Still the water is not as clear as the pools in Litchfield and I always had the feeling of being stalked whilst I was swimming. Even with this feeling it was an amazing place. There is no fishing allowed in the pool so the fish are unafraid of humans and with a pair of swim goggles on it is possible to swim alongside large barramundi, catfish and saratoga which is a very cool experience.
The nicest thing we did at Gunlom was to sit for a couple of hours in the middle of a bush fire at night time. The fire was not intense but we found an old hollow tree that had caught fire and was glowing bright red against the black night sky. All around us for miles were little beacons of light of still buring pyres. We stayed until the tree collapsed in a shower of bright sparkes. Some of the branches of the tree were termite hollowed and I believed were suitable for digjeridoo making. However the next day I came back and collected a piece which I cut up, sanded back and had a blow on. Unfortunately the termites had not eaten enough of the wood away and the log wasn't hollow enough to get a nice sound out.
On our last night in Gunlom a triplet of crows tipped over a box of pasta whilst we had our backs turned. We couldn't be bother cleaning it up and went to sleep planning to put it away when we woke. At some point in the early morning I was woken by this rhythmic crunch, crunch, crunch sound. Evelyn swears she was having a dream about me eating in the tent. I took the torch and shined it out of the tent to be met by a very bright pair of dingo eyes staring right back at me. Oh well I thought, saves me from tidying up in the morning.
My plans at the moment are to head for the West Coast. I am dying for a surf at the moment but that will still be a little way away. My first adventure I hope to have is traversing the Gibb River Road, a gravel track between Kunnanara and Derby that runs right through the middle of the Kimberly. I have receieved conflicting advice as to whether it is advisable to try this road in a 2WD vehicle but it seems that as long as it does not rain or rain heavily carefull and judicous driving will see me through.
For the last week Evelyn and I were in Kakadu again. We stayed near Cooinda and Yellow Waters and then went on down to Gunlom falls. Gunlom is a hug and spooky waterfall plunge pool. The crocodile warning signs are still there but even the rangers say it is safe for swimming. Still the water is not as clear as the pools in Litchfield and I always had the feeling of being stalked whilst I was swimming. Even with this feeling it was an amazing place. There is no fishing allowed in the pool so the fish are unafraid of humans and with a pair of swim goggles on it is possible to swim alongside large barramundi, catfish and saratoga which is a very cool experience.
The nicest thing we did at Gunlom was to sit for a couple of hours in the middle of a bush fire at night time. The fire was not intense but we found an old hollow tree that had caught fire and was glowing bright red against the black night sky. All around us for miles were little beacons of light of still buring pyres. We stayed until the tree collapsed in a shower of bright sparkes. Some of the branches of the tree were termite hollowed and I believed were suitable for digjeridoo making. However the next day I came back and collected a piece which I cut up, sanded back and had a blow on. Unfortunately the termites had not eaten enough of the wood away and the log wasn't hollow enough to get a nice sound out.
On our last night in Gunlom a triplet of crows tipped over a box of pasta whilst we had our backs turned. We couldn't be bother cleaning it up and went to sleep planning to put it away when we woke. At some point in the early morning I was woken by this rhythmic crunch, crunch, crunch sound. Evelyn swears she was having a dream about me eating in the tent. I took the torch and shined it out of the tent to be met by a very bright pair of dingo eyes staring right back at me. Oh well I thought, saves me from tidying up in the morning.
posted by Brad Phelan at Monday, September 27, 2004
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