18 June 2012

17 June 2012 – Kununurra.

We have had a few very busy weeks since we last updated the blog. After packing up and heading off from Darwin, we passed though Humpty Doo and soon afterwards noticed the engine temperature gauge climbing upwards. A quick check couldn’t find the problem – all belts were good (and so they should be as the car had had a full service only 4 days before), water level was down only a smidgin (just over 1 litre), no sign of leaking water. We called the NRMA (auto association). Nearly 2 hours later a tow truck and mechanic arrived and quickly agreed with my diagnosis of a ‘buggered thermostat’. After some technically interesting mobile phone conversations as we talked to our state based NRMA, who were co-ordinating with the Northern Territory Auto Association we were finally towed to Berry Springs where the NRMA paid for our van site (4 nights) while the car went to the local approved mechanics. The result was that the radiator had developed a leak in the upper tank and while not losing a lot of water, it couldn’t hold any pressure. Attempts to repair it failed, so in went a new radiator, and out went lots of $$$$$$.
Poor 'Tom' cruiser gets hauled away.

Coincidence has a funny way of kicking in when you least expect it. Last year we met a great couple at Mount Isa (let’s call them C&D). Four months later we met another couple (M&D) at Mallacoota some 5500 km away from Mt Isa.  This year we used the marvels of modern communications to check where C&D were going to be and discovered that we would again meet up at Mt Isa.  Some 1800 km later and at the unplanned stop of Berry Springs, we found ourselves but 2 sites from M&D!  While chatting it came to light that a few months earlier this year, these two couples had found themselves sharing a free camp somewhere along the Stuart Highway. It’s a strange strange world we live in.
Further to previous comments as to the strange ‘fruit shop’ atmosphere that prevails when buying shower body wash. When we were in Mt Isa we bought some “Neroli & Ylang Ylang” – come on, what the ...  is Neroli? Is it grown? Is it mined? Is it extracted from some rare forest dwelling insect’s sweat glands? And what is Ylang Ylang – is it twice as good as just plain Ylang? However, it did smell nice, but it ran out while we were in Darwin.
We took the somewhat daring decision to buy two, yes, two different flavours (is that the right word?) – Cucumber & Green Tea, not plain black tea, but the better green stuff, and also Nectarine & white Ginger. The white, rather than other colours was thought to be a more aesthetically pleasing match with the green in the tea.
On the Friday before we left Darwin, I couldn’t resist the idea of going out on the massive local harbour (3 times larger than Sydney) and doing some fishing. Early morning and I was down at the wharf to join up with Brian Readman who is a local professional guide. I must say that it seems a little bit odd to go fishing in Darwin with an expert who has an accent that is as Irish as a leprechaun.
An extract from his web site may attest to the success.
 Friday 1st June saw us out for the morning session with Peter             from Moruya, NSW, Ian Byrne from Canberra, ACT and Trevor             from Byron Bay, NSW where we crossed the harbour again with the last of the run out tide targeting the feeder creek systems seeing Peter nab a nice Golden Trevally along with a Golden Snapper and 5 Bream for the session. Ian also bagged 5 Bream along with 2 Trevally and a Queenfish for the morning while Trevor came away from the session with 4 Bream, a Queenfish and a Trevally.


After 4 days of no car and no tripping around, we headed off from Berry Springs to go to Kakadu. Rather than stay at Jabiru, we opted for Cooinda, at Yellow Water. We found one truly brave guy there with his tent set up within casting distance from the billabong. The “Beware of Croc” signs were everywhere, but he clearly thought otherwise – some folks just don’t learn. The sunset boat tour on the Yellow Water was mag-bloody-nificient – a number of crocs, but the big +ve was the large volume of water birds (plus a snake).
 Wetlands extend from here to eternity
Sunsets just make me all gooey, but this one was special


Sea Eagle in the wetlands
Way back a long time ago, Phillip Parker King was the first European to explore the area. He came across a river and found it was full of crocs, which he mistakenly thought were alligators. Thus he named the river as such. He next discovered another river that was also full of these ‘alligators’ – so he named it the West Alligator, and re-named the original one the East Alligator. Sometime later another river was found between these two, so it became the South Alligator. Notice anything odd here? Didn’t Phillip King, like all the other English explorers, have a list of inconsequential pommy Lords or politicians after whom to name things?


The East alligator is the border between Kakadu and Arnhem Land, and is also where Cahill’s Crossing is to be found. Photos of this causeway figure in almost every travel, fishing, 4x4, or camping magazine ever published and was also where we set off on a boat tour with a pair of aboriginal guides. Apart from the numerous crocs, we were enlightened as to which plants and/or trees were used by, and to what purpose by the aboriginal tribes. It is truly an eye opener to see just how many uses that a Pandanus or Paperbark tree can be put to. the big finale was to watch as one of the two guides used a woomera to throw a spear – if the Olympics ever allow the use of woomeras in the javelin throw, we would be at unbackable odds to win.
The Spear chucker


East alligator River (taken while standing in Arnhem Land)


Cahill's Crossing - Barra Fishing Nirvana


Your Mission is to pronounce the last word on this sign

Unfortunately, on our way back from the boat tour, we had a passing car flick a rock into our windscreen – bugger, it was only 3 months old.
As we left Kakadu behind and headed for Katherine, we had a great hope that we were also leaving behind the billions trillions of mosquitoes. They were even on a war footing each morning!!!!
  
Katherine is the third largest town/city in the Northern Territory and has as its big drawcard, the Nitmiluk Gorges. There are 13 gorges over a 15 km length of the Katherine River, but only canoe paddlers try to do the lot. For the less energetic, but more well heeled a number of helicopter trips are available.
Between each gorge there are rock bars that can be as short as 50 metres, and up to 100’s of metres. We did the most popular (and largest) first 2 gorges which has the magnificent and overwhelming “Katherine Gorge” as the second one. Shirl took 78 photos – thank heavens for digital cameras.



The First Gorge
Walking between #1 & #2  (via some rock art)

#2 Gorge named Katherine Gorge - outstanding!


Whenever we stay in country towns we check if they have a ‘bush tucker’ night. At Katherine we went out to a campfire where Geoff (Marksey) Marks prepared a great traditional campfire oven meal which included roast beef, roasted barrumundi, buffalo sausage, croc & beef mince enclosed in bushman’s pastry, plus a variety of roast vegies including bush tomatoes – and all flavoured with wild bush herbs. Of course this was all accompanied by damper and native lemon myrtle tea.
Earlier we had a real fun afternoon when we went to the Katherine Cultural Experience. Firstly, under the guidance of our full blood aboriginal host (Manuel) we painted a picture using traditional tools and techniques. Our next experience was to light a fire in the traditional way – I still think it’s easier to use a match!  And finally we threw some spears using the woomera. Shirl had two goes and didn’t reach very far so Manuel took her a few metres closer to the target. The next effort landed about the same spot as the two previous; I guess if she had to hunt her own food she’d starve.

The Great Artists of the Future
And the finished work (commissions may be arranged thru our agent)

Shirl starting a bush fire

Watch out! Duck!

This is how it's done


Our final fun thing was to go down into the Cutta Cutta caves.  These caves are somewhat different than most limestone ones in that there is only a single entrance and thus they are very humid and get hotter as you get further in. They are the home to two rare colonies of endangered bats. With such an abundance of good food, the caves attract many snakes so as you wander through the maze, you need to keep your eyes alert. We only came across a small Children’s Python, but the guide told us of the larger pythons habit of curling around both the hand rails, or the stalactites above you.
Inside Cutta Cutta
Entrance to cutta Cutta










To get from Katherine to Western Australia you must cross the 525 km of the Victoria Highway.  Like most of these roads there are but few places to stop, but this road did have some really great scenery as it climbed and wound its way through a couple of ranges. As we neared Victoria River Roadhouse, the views were excellent if stark and rugged. After the roadhouse, the road follows the river valley for a bit and then climbs up through a series of most impressive escarpments. Timber Creek is rated as a village, but it seemed to us to be way too small for such a title. Two very competitive, but basic caravan parks, a pub, police station, and store about sums it up. We chose to stay at the more competitive of the van parks!
Approaching Victoria River


Just after Victoria River

Between Timber Ck & WA Border

Boab tree - soon became very common



Friday morning and we found ourselves in Boab tree country as we wound our way towards West Oz. By the time we got to the border, the Boabs had become so prolific that we were very laid-back toward them. As you cross the border you are required to go through a quarantine search – line up, wait for the inspector who goes through you car, then your van for any fruit or vegies (or honey???!!!). They also randomly select vehicles to do an under-vehicle search for Cane Toads.
Kununurra is a town of 6000 that was established as recently as 1961 and served the construction crew as they built the Argyle Dam, and the Ord River irrigation scheme. Like all those towns whose origins lay in a specific 20th century purpose, the layout is all curved or circular streets, with a town square style shopping area. Given the quarantine of honey as you cross into West Oz, I understand that Kununurra has the highest sales in the country!
We are now set up on the banks of the lower Ord lake and in a van park that is absolutely full by midday every day – and so are all the other parks in town, and the local showground, and every free camp within ????? km from town.
We expect to be here until next Sunday, when we head off to the Bungle Bungles.

30 May 2012

30th May 2012 – Darwin

We are now in Darwin, having arrived a week ago and into blazing heat and body sapping humidity. It was amusing to see that the locals were finding the weather to be somewhat cold! So cold that some chose to slip on a pullover.
Mataranka was great fun with two very different style thermal springs, both of which we sampled. Mataranka pool is somewhat like a swimming pool as it is all concrete lined and kept at depth by a small dam. Bitter Springs is quite different as it is simply a section of a small river that flows significantly faster than that at ‘Mataranka’. The flow is such that it is very difficult to swim against the current, so the most enjoyable solution is to just go with the flow of the constant 34 degree water, and exit about 100+ metres downstream.
Mataranka Pool

Bitter Springs (note the crystal clear water)
While lazing around in Mataranka pool, we had a real fun moment when a 60+ cm snake entered the water, swam across and over the shoulder of a young woman, pushed through her hair and continued on to the other side. It then found itself unable to get up the side, so it swam along the edge until it got to the steps where it stopped to rest. I imagine that inwardly the snake took time to revel in the confusion and consternation that it had created – not only was it there, but it commanded the exit path. Eventually it re-entered the water and swam off upstream and into the foliage of a water palm.
We also took the opportunity to see the barra man (went along twice). This guy feeds huge barramundi twice each day, and then catches one by hand – I might try this idea as rods and reels don’t seem to work for me! All the fish that the guy uses have been caught along the Roper River, and then taken back to his large freshwater billabong. Barramundi must return to the sea in order to breed, but they also need to undertake a really kinky little bit of nature – they are all born as males, and then must return to the sea when they are somewhere over about 80cm so that they can transform into females. From this it becomes apparent that the fish used in the hand feeding show are destined to remain as boys forever.
This method saves a lot on rods, reels, bait etc

I had been looking forward to seeing Litchfield Park for so long, that by the time we arrived I became a wee bit disappointed. Yes, the waterfalls were some of the best we’ve seen, and the views were  quite memorable, but it wasn’t so overwhelmingly magnificent as I had mentally built it up to be. A number of books state that it is even better than Kakadu. For us it didn’t match the hype, although it was quite good and would be rated as awesome if you were a bit younger than us, and into bush walking etc. And, we had zero phone or internet coverage.
Tolmer Falls.

Florence Falls - The young & fit can walk down and swim right under these.
Wangi Falls - the real jewel in Litchfield
Buley Waterholes - mini rapids and pools

It couldn’t have been too bad as we stayed for 4 nights before heading north to Darwin. Along the way we stopped at a rest stop for lunch and found a breathtaking 5th Wheeler caravan. Self built as a ‘one off’ by the owner, it was based on a M.A.N brand truck, with the trailer (also self built) hitched via a 5th wheel. Can weigh up to 24 tonnes, it carries 1200 litres of fresh water, 5kw of generator power, 8 x solar panels, plus 360 litres of grey water. All this allows him to stay bush camped for 14 days without worry – and enjoying all the comforts of home.
How to travel 1st class
Darwin! What a city. The first thing that struck us was the intense aqua blue of the water. Water appears to dominate every aspect of Darwin life, and lifestyle, and views. Whenever you drive somewhere, it is inevitable that you will see a continual stream of vehicles towing or carrying boats.
The concept of ‘distance’ was highlighted to us a few days ago when we were at Harvey Norman. The store didn’t have in stock the item that we were after, so the obvious question was asked: “Where are the other Hardly Normals in Darwin?” “We are the only one” came the reply – “There is another one in Alice (Springs)” said he as an afterthought. Yeah, right, 1500km away is the only other Harvey Norman in the Northern Territory. This distance thing was repeated today when we discovered that there is only a single K-Mart, plus a single Big W  in the entire NT!
We spent a glorious evening at Mindil Markets which are one of the city’s iconic institutions, and so they should be – held every Thursday and Sunday evening it attracts a crowd that is astonishing. While a lot of the stalls sell clothing, hats, trinkets, and leather goods, there is also more food stalls than any other similar event anywhere in Australia- or the World. Since it is at Darwin, and this place has the most diverse Asian population of any Ozzie city, it should be no shock to find that these food stalls reflect that fact. We ended up going for some curries, and found that they were exactly as advertised: really hot, and full of great flavour.
Sunset at the Markets.
My artistic streak just needs to pop out every now and then.
Earlier in the day we went to the Crocosauris Cove which is right in the centre of the city – yep, right in the middle of the shopping precinct, they have over a hundred crocs plus Australia’s largest collection of Ozzie snakes. Strangely the thing that caught our eye wasn’t either croc or snake, but a fish. The huge size of the barramundi, and their speed at taking food was very impressive, but was completely overshadowed by the quite small archer fish who ‘shoots’ his food with a squirt of water. The young lady doing the feeding used long tweezers to hold out a maggot and the fish, laying a good metre below and with deadly accuracy, knocked the maggot into the water where it was gulped down. It was too quick to photograph, despite a number of attempts.
A very rare albino python (about 8 feet long)
A very bad bloke - taipan, World's deadliest snake.

Black-Headed python.

A goanna and me having a chat. 

Guess what this is - a sawfish against the glass wall of the aquarium - I reckon I've seen blokes that look like this.

Yesterday we drove out to the Adelaide River where we did an absolutely superb crocodile boat trip. The crocs were enticed to swim over to the boat and then jump for their morsel of buffalo meat, but not before doing a few jumps and snaps. All this within less than a metre or two of us as we stood (cringed?) at the edge of the boat.



I believe that the Aussie Ballet is trying to sign up this girl.

We have previously been confronted by our own ignorance about just how much war time action took place on Australian soil – Darwin has vigorously reinforced that lack of knowledge. Darwin was bombed 64 times! I’m sure most folk if asked would guess something less than 5. Further to this, the number of aircraft used in each attack against us was quite astonishing. A visit to the WW2 “Defence of Darwin Military Museum” opened our eyes to the range and depth of the attacks, together with the horrendous damage inflicted.
Finally I have found the ideal fishing spot -
Taken at Aquascene wherewild fish come in for a free feed each high tide

We move off to Kakadu on Sunday, where we’ll stay for 5 nights. I’m not sure what the internet access will be like, so it may be a while (or maybe not) before we’re back on line.

18 May 2012

18 May 2012 – Mt Isa to Mataranka

We spent a few days at Mt Isa catching up with friends whom we met last year (they got us out of a big problem). Would you believe that a man could live in South East Queensland for over 40 years and only once ever travel out of the northern state? Or that someone could reach that age never having travelled on a train, or a plane? Our friends have managed this, and yet remain one of the most well balanced and likeable couples imaginable. And, they own a Harley, so our three little travel mates (Harry, Nash, and Millie), plus Chook got to ride a Harley.

We did all the touristy things last year, so for this visit we just caught up with our friends plus did some cleaning and maintenance.
As we left the Isa, we entered into an interesting phase of the trip – firstly, we travelled 400 km across the Barkly Tablelands where we ‘free camped’ for the night. Out here, where it's 45 km to the nearest civilisation, it is really dark (make that really really really dark). Normally when in caravan parks you have mains electricity and thus even when the lights are turned off some light remains within the van ie; clock, microwave clock, radio screen. When the van is without mains power, after you turn off the battery power you need to walk around with your eyes closed so that you can see more!
Sunset at Wonorah Bore

Night at Wonorah Bore

The next day we did 300km to stay at Banka Banka Station. This property also operates a somewhat basic campground where water, but not power is supplied. Then we did yet another 250km to a caravan parking spot behind a roadhouse, and finally another 220km to Mataranka and a proper formal caravan park.
Banka Banka Station - about 75 km north of 3 Ways.
That is 1168 km without unhitching the van. But more importantly, the only towns (I think that’s what they may be called) we came across were Camooweal (189km from Mt Isa) which has a population of less than 200, and then the Aboriginal settlement of Elliott on the Stuart Highway. Every other named location, is simply a roadhouse selling fuel and cafe style food. Most have a simple camping area behind them.
Just before we got to Camooweal, we had to stop at some road works. The vehicle in front of us was a road train with 4 trailers. As we started off, he was quite slow in accelerating and I started up a radio chat with him. During the 9 km that it took him to get up to full speed, he told us that he normally only hauls three trailers, but had special approval on this job to have 4 so that he could carry 145 tonnes – think about that, 145 tonnes on a truck. A standard ‘B-Double’ has a max weight of 62 tonnes!
After crossing the Barkly, we stopped for fuel at Three Ways roadhouse. As we were leaving we spotted a road train driver ‘assembling’ his rig. First he hitched up the first trailer which is just like popping on a box trailer. The next bit is a little tricky because he needed to reverse the, now semi trailer onto what would become the second trailer – once that was in place it became really tricky because he had to reverse what was a 2 trailer road train back onto the third trailer. I’m pretty good at ‘turn left to go right’ reversing of a single trailer, but the go right to go left to go right bit for the 2nd one would beat me. But then he had to ‘go left to go right to go left to go right to go to bloody hell’ for the last one.
Somewhere on the road between Banka Banka and Dunmarra we came across 6 or 7 dead cattle. It was quite obvious that they were road kill, and had only died the night before. We weren’t able to stop, but we couldn’t see any bits of vehicle or metal lying around, and certainly no disabled truck. From this we can only surmise that a road train had run into a wandering herd and wiped them out – I wonder if he stopped?  Or given his weight if he even noticed?!?  We also came across a 6 or 7 foot Olive Python who was just slippin’ across the road. Unfortunately we couldn’t stop so no photo.
We stopped at the Daly Waters Pub as we did the last leg to Mataranka – well, ya just gotta, doncha?  This is one of Australia’s iconic outback pubs, with even more paraphernalia pinned to the ceiling and walls than most other iconic pubs. The pub is quite famous for the Barra & Beef meal they serve, together with the crowd that they pull each night – and all this while being so far from anywhere, that you need to go through nowhere via somewhere just to get there. The bloke across the road who flogs souvenirs reckons that he used to live in Wheelabarraback, just near Dijabringabeeralong, and over the hill from Crakatinnie.
Outside

Inside
Over the road

Okay, that’s all for this post – I’ve gotta get an early night, so we can have an early morning dip in the Thermal Pool, then duck up to watch the morning hand feeding of the Barramundi.  


14th May 2012 – Barcaldine, Winton, Boulia, Mt Isa.

Sorry for the delay in publishing this post, but there isn't any internet access for over 1000 km once you leave Mt Isa.

Most family bathrooms can easily be compared to a battlefield where each user fights to control the space, and in doing so uses whatever ammunition comes to hand. It seems that females need to stow far more ammo and as any man may attest, this ammunition is quite devastating in its capacity to render them (the man) totally helpless. A quick survey among caravan husbands indicates that if they can conquer and hold 5% to 10% of available bathroom space they consider themselves a success. Those who hold more than 15%  are held to be heroes among their peers.
So it is within the ensuite of our van, I am allocated one small cupboard. Whenever this minute or miniscule allotment is raised, I am told that in reality all the other stuff is there just so that she will look good for me and that I should be grateful. I think that I have not only lost the battle but the entire war.....
As we traipse around the country we find that many country towns have a special place in the nation’s history. Barcaldine occupies a place that is as great as any; perhaps even greater than most.
In 1890-91 there was a major industrial dispute between graziers and shearers. The shearers went on strike and as the dispute developed, they gathered under a specific eucalyptus tree outside Barcaldine railway station. From this the Australian Labor Party was formed.
This tree, soon named ‘The Tree of Knowledge’, survived for 115 years before being poisoned by some $%#@&*.  From this heinous act an amazing monument has risen in the form of an artistic tree.

As it wasAs it is

All the towns, villages, and properties (stations) use artesian bore water from depths varying up to 3000 metres.  It arrives at the surface under great pressure and at temperatures up to 99 degrees! Yep, the bore at an outer station is almost boiling at the bore head. At Blackall town bore it arrives 58 deg, and at Winton 83 deg.  It is then allowed to settle or cool in large tanks prior to reticulating it around town.  This process doesn’t improve the smell (sulphur) nor the taste.
Clearly the local men have found an alternative means to satisfy their thirst. Blackall’s 100 people share 3 pubs, Winton’s 980 good folk have 4 pubs!! And, Barcaldine wins with 1600 people and 5 pubs – until recently it had 6, and but a few years ago it had 7.


5 pubs within a football field length of the main street -

We were lucky enough to spend the Mayday weekend in Barcaldine (Barky). A community BBQ and foodfest on the first night was accompanied by a “Rev Fest” where ‘enhanced’ cars mostly of the 1970s (or earlier) paraded and then parked for inspection. Nostalgia ran rampant in many minds.



Earlier in the day, the local Rugby League comp featured the Barcaldine Sand Goannas against the Augathella Meat Ants – Barky won. Up here, the teams have far more innovative names than those in the big cities.
Monday was May day and the town had a street parade where I’m sure that the entire population, plus enough visitors to ensure that all motels, hotels, and caravan parks were full, turned out to watch. What a show of community spirit and effort it was. Every kid in town got into the show, including a mum who had converted a pram (with cardboard and imagination) into a simple parade float.
 One very proud kid
One very big float

As a finale’ we donned our best outfits and attended the local races. We were not too sure what the dress code would be for such an occasion, so Shirl wore shoes rather than thongs, and I decided to go for my dressy black thongs and a shirt with all the buttons done up.
The race card showed 11 races, so a very busy day was planned. When we got there we discovered a buzz around the arena that “More Faster’s” track record may be under threat. This proved an accurate tip as in winning the Grand Final, Patches O’Halleran smashed the old record.   
 Note the unusual jockey style - grab the goat's tail and pull like mad.
Patches O'Halleran wins.
By the Tuesday we knew that we had to move on – the hectic social life can only go on for so long before the body cries ‘enough!’.
In 1895 a young bloke by the name of Andrew Barton (Banjo) Patterson was visiting his sweetheart at the Dagworth station near Winton, when he heard a rendition of an old Scottish refrain. He was quite taken by the melody, and a few days later when he heard a story of sheep thief he put quill to parchment (I think I may have exaggerated that last bit).
Thus Waltzing Matilda was born. 
The following week when the family were visiting Winton and staying at the North Gregory Hotel, Banjo was asked to sing the new song. Thus this pub was where the first public performance of Waltzing Matilda.
Whilst the pub still exists in name, the original building plus the later 2 were each consumed by flames. The current incarnation has another important piece of history. After the previous building burnt in 1946, the rubble remained as an eyesore until the town people lobbied the local council to do something – eventually the council themselves built the pub and thus became the first council in Australia to own and operate an hotel. Please note the change in my narrative from “Pub” to “Hotel” – a government council couldn’t own a simple grog shop, it had to be much further up the tower of elegance and so it was. It was sold into private hands in the late 80s after 32 years of council ownership, and while the elegance may be little tarnished, it remains a fine hotel.

Nash, visiting the North Gregory

Winton also lays claim to one of the most unique musical instruments in the World. I know, that’s a very big boast, but where else has a musical fence. It really works. Each strand of the fence is tensioned differently and when a stick is used to hit or stroke the wires, music erupts forth. The percussion section is crafted from a range of  ........... well, junk.
And the BEAT GOES ON!


I think this is the String section?

Winton Picture Theatre - Doesn't do any daytime screenings.

 Note the 'Trailers' behind - The first passenger road train?
We spotted this at the local truck museum, and wondered about trading in the Landcruiser.

After two nights at Winton, we headed off to Boulia via the 360 km single sealed lane road. For those that don’t know about these roads, there is but a single 3 metre wide strip of bitumen and when another vehicle approaches, the most manoeuvrable pulls over onto the dirt verge. Everyone yields to road trains!

One of the more scenic pieces on the Boulia Rd (its only 3 metres wide)
To overtake another vehicle they have slightly wider sections every so often - - - mostly more ‘so’, than ‘often’.


We paused for lunch at Middleton where the pub to people ratio is 1 pub to 3 people.

Middleton Pub - cultural hub of Middleton

As you sit and sip your drink, you may look over at the local livestock centre
Boulia is; well it just is. Population 220, 1 pub, 1 butcher, 1 fuel outlet, 2 shops, and a nice caravan park. Because of the isolation there is almost zero light after sunset thus the sky is simply magnificent. We have never seen, nor even imagined there could be so many stars, or that they could be so clear.
Since we left Miles some 1800 km ago, we think (because we have lost count a few times) that we have passed well over 1000 dead kangaroos plus a number of pigs. Many are in the process of being torn apart by crows and/or birds of prey. Interesting that most birds fly away as you approach, but crows have a wonderful arrogance in that they wait until the last moment and then just walk the minimum number of steps needed to allow the car through. This held true until on the road to Mt Isa where we came across a flock? Of eagles busily ripping apart a carcass. Some flew lazily off, but one had the effrontery to stare us down until we had stopped. Once we had taken his photo, he calmly spread his wings, flapped twice and majestically lifted upwards.

Rack off! - this is my road.

We are now in Mt Isa and leave on Tuesday for the Barkly Tableland and places northward.