Advertisement
Published: August 11th 2010
Edit Blog Post
LAKE ARGYLE
Plane flight with spectacular views Forgive me father for I have sinned… it’s been 17 days since my last confession, I mean blog entry.
As I type this entry I’m sitting on my camp chair at a place called ‘Yellow Waters’ at Kakadu National Park in the last great frontier The Northern Territory. The mossies are bad, I’m covered from head to toe, and it’s dark except for the romance of the mossie candle burning in the background and the sweet disgusting smell of Aeroguard. Colin is reading a book, Mali is sound asleep and I’m trying to remember back to Kunnunurra as it has now been over 2 weeks and yet feel’s like 2 months ago.
OK, let’s begin in Lake Argyle. It was only going to be 1 night but the area was gorgeous so we stayed longer. Ah the freedom. We went on a 20 minute sea plane flight over Lake Argyle which was spectacular. Mali didn’t think much of the flight, as he slept on my lap the whole time. We visited a homestead of the Durack family back in 1900’s. It had been down where the lake now is, but was relocated in 1972 when they dammed the Ord
LAKE ARGYLE
Mali missed the whole flight River. We swam in the beautiful new pool, situated right on the edge of the cliff. The landscape was majestic and the caravan park had a relaxing feel about it.
A couple of nights spent at Litchfield National Park, 80km from Darwin, NT, which held its own beauty. Stayed at a 4WD campsite, down by a gorgeous creek, the water was clear and sparkling. We visited Wangi Falls (commonly referred to by us as ‘Wanki Falls’ after Colin misread the sign) were we shared a cool swim with 300 other tourist’s. We hadn’t been around this many people for a while and were quite shocked by all the activity. We eventually got over it and enjoyed the swim and treetop walk thru the monsoon forest. Hundreds of Flying foxes hung from the trees screeching at us while golden orb spiders (sexual cannibals) and there webs lined the pathways.
Had car trouble the last morning as we where about to drive out of Litchfield. Colin spotted an oil leak, and for a short moment both watched it poured out from under the car. “Quick” I said. “Should we ring Gareth?” Apart from the fact Gareth was only a 2nd
THE POOL VIEWS
Lake Argyle pool sat on the edge of the cliff year apprentice, he was also thousandths of kilometers away and anyway we didn’t have signal on the mobile. A lovely man stopped to help, both tried to use all sorts of tools with no luck. Two Swiss gay tourists ended up towing us up to the main highway. These guys knew nothing about four wheel driving but ready to give it ago. Armed with Colin’s walkie talkie they were up for the challenge. The whole way up the ‘lovely man’ and his wife followed us up the hill with video camera and lots of advice. After we cheered the gay Swiss couple for the successful journey the lovely man and his wife towed us back to town known as ‘Bachelor’, a 41km journey. It’s amazing the help you can receive when most needed. Finally in town, Colin and I were considering all our options when the mechanic came out saying its all fixed, just a damaged oil filter ‘O’ ring. We were so happy and I kept thanking him for a job well done. Now finally on our way to Darwin.
DARWIN - A whole seven days in a real life apartment, with a pool, and a bed. Mali
POOL POSER
Mali climbing over dad to get of the cold water ran around the apartment screaming with joy touching everything in sight for the first hour while Colin in his organising state did 50 trips to the car and back bringing everything we owned from the car inside. The first night we slummed on the couch watching TV. Poor deprived people we were.
Second day Dad arrived and Pa and Grandson couldn’t keep their eyes off each other. Dad couldn’t believe how different he looked, last time he saw him was at 3 months, with jet black hair and not able to move much. And now blonde and full of action. Was this the same baby/kid???? Went out for dinner or lunch most days, caught up with best friends of Dad’s, Shorty and Tina. Went fish feeding and Mindil Beach Markets.
The markets had a new performer in town, his name, MALI. He entertained the crowd who were quietly watching the band. He danced, he headbanged and applauded himself while at the same time taking straws from cups, a cap from a man’s head and paperwork from a ladies hand bag. He was in his element and the more response he got the better the act was.
We also meet with
FIRE STARTER
Father teaches son about fire. Stopped off on way to Darwin Dad’s cousin, Miriam and her lovely family.
Colin and I watched and relaxed most of the time as Dad and Mali played a sort of baby rugby. We all went to the Darwin Cup on the Monday. Mum wanted to know over a phone conversation what I was going to wear. I said maybe jeans and thongs as that was all I had to wear. She was horrified at the thought and believes I will come back feral along with Mali. She is proberly right.
Unfortunately both cameras at the time were not working, so no photos in Darwin just video footage.
Advertisement
Tot: 0.081s; Tpl: 0.014s; cc: 7; qc: 44; dbt: 0.0535s; 1; m:domysql w:travelblog (10.17.0.13); sld: 1;
; mem: 1.1mb
Sharon
non-member comment
Hi to the Ferals
Great once again to read your adventures,loved the photos the one with Colin,Mali and the fire are delightful, he couldnt keep his eyes of it. Sounds like you are seeing some great places and having different experiences. Glad Ross is enjoying his time with Mali sounds like they are having lots of fun. Glad mali is fine and all is well what a fright you much have got. You are both lovely parents he is a very lucky little boy. Take care not much to tell you as we speak on the phone and I tell you all the news. Wish we were with you. Love you all heaps