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very low croc risk.
that’s apparently the best they can do. ‘crocs have been known to move into this area undetected.’ should we be worried? ‘we patrol the area regularly and set traps.’ reassuring. ‘saltwater crocs are removed when detected.’ we certainly hope so. the whole ‘where the bloody hell are you’ slogan doesn’t go down quite as well…
he’s got the bower!
not quite what snap rapped about in 1990 but we can safely assume the only reason for this unfortunate slip-up was that they were unaware of the great bowerbird (scientifically known as chlamydera nuchalis). bowerbirds are quintessentially australian: their lives revolve around their bower, which they spend practically all their time building, maintaining, improving and…
my kununarra
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the bathtub.
we had heard there were hot springs in katherine but we also knew that they were pretty popular i.e. crowded. we had also heard of another area with thermal springs further on the way towards lichfield. that suited us well: we will be back in katherine later and didn’t want to hang around at this…
katherine.
yes with a ‘k’. we are now officially in the northern territory! we have not seen much of katherine, though: after a long day on the road we arrived quite late. it took us about 9 hours from kununurra to katherine, with two short stops. one for fuel and another one to book a camp…
my gibb river road # part two
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i.echidna chasm
i.bungle bungle
purnululu.
you know the story: a mere 240 km from the world-renowned metropolis of kununurra you find the amazing oasis that the bungle bungle caravan park is. here is just what we mean by oasis: the cows eat the trees (and whatever else they find in the park). and from there it is only 50 km…
new shoes.
four flat tyres in six days! ok, the first one was my fault: i was running the tyres with too low pressure. the result was a stake through the sidewall and a written-off tyre. then, still on the gibb, and with significantly more tyre pressure another rock punched through the thread. the hole was big…
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