day 55
We are in Darwin this week, so are back in contact with the world.
WARNING. Whilst we were away in Arnhem Land for a week with no communications, Gavin's Paypal account was scammed and we last several hundred dollars. DAMN INTERNET. Have since been onto our bank to block further debits to 'Facebook Ireland'.
BOATS. Our trip has been similar to that of Sturt and his team in the 1800s, when they carried a boat thousands of kilometres across the country looking for the inland sea. The 2 boats on our trip finally went in the water at Cobourg Peninsula (at the north-west of Arnhem Land). We had some beautiful fish dinners with the fresh catches of the day. The beach was too windy to launch the boat and fish, so we kept them moored at the mouth of the river.
morning one - set up boats for fishing, day out fishing in the ocean, left boats at creek, had fish for dinner.
morning two - see tracks on beach where croc has spent night sleeping between boats, go fishing in river and ocean, had fish for dinner.
morning three - see brown snake when we arrive at boats, day out fishing in ocean, had fish for dinner.
morning four - 17mm of rain overnight, too windy for fishing, had sausages and mash for dinner
morning five - still too windy for fishing, pack up boats ready for departure tomorrow.
MOZZIES. So we were warned about the crocodiles and brown snakes - but nothing about the huge man-eating, blood-sucking mosquitos that are in plague preportions in Kakadu. We were attacked each evening around dusk, so learned to have early dinners and bunker down in the fly-screened camper with a can of spray.
EARLY NIGHTS. So as a result of the mozzies - early to bed, early to rise (no this is not a sexual reference). I awoke the other night with the camper shaking and Gavin thrashing around in the bed. I opened my eyes to a bright light on the other side of the bed. As it turns out, when everyone else is sleeping, Gavin spends many nights on the ipad playing some racing car game that the kids have got him addicted to. He spends hours trying to beat the kids' highest scores from the previous day.
THONGS. Lucky we have come to town do do some shopping as both kids need new thongs. These multipurpose footwear have been used for bushwalking in rocky gorges, walking on salt lakes, playing cane toad soccer, squatting mozzies, etc. But whilst in Arnhem Land, 300km from the nearest shop, both kids right shoes had a blow out. (Couldn't even make a pair with the good ones.) The kids were then forced to wear rock shoes for 3 days - note: they haven't worn shoes and socks since it was -7degrees one morning in the high country. Anyway with the temperature ranging from 25 - 30 and 17mm of rain, Hugh's feet have now been classified as weapons of mass destruction by the EPA. Even after many showers, new thongs, and the threat of Jacinta's deoderant - there is still an odour.
HYGEINE. Hugh is enjoying bush camping - weeing on trees and showering every 2 or 3 days. Jacinta and I however do like the luxuries of a pit toilet and bore water for showers. We have been speaking to the boys about personal hygeine, but it seems to be falling on deaf ears. When I did the washing the other week it was noted that there were numerous female tshirts, undies, etc but the boys pile was lacking. Having mentioned this to Hugh, this week's washing had a abundance of boy's underpants. Not sure if he actually wore them or just loaded up my wash bag to keep me happy?
We are in Darwin this week, so are back in contact with the world.
WARNING. Whilst we were away in Arnhem Land for a week with no communications, Gavin's Paypal account was scammed and we last several hundred dollars. DAMN INTERNET. Have since been onto our bank to block further debits to 'Facebook Ireland'.
BOATS. Our trip has been similar to that of Sturt and his team in the 1800s, when they carried a boat thousands of kilometres across the country looking for the inland sea. The 2 boats on our trip finally went in the water at Cobourg Peninsula (at the north-west of Arnhem Land). We had some beautiful fish dinners with the fresh catches of the day. The beach was too windy to launch the boat and fish, so we kept them moored at the mouth of the river.
morning one - set up boats for fishing, day out fishing in the ocean, left boats at creek, had fish for dinner.
morning two - see tracks on beach where croc has spent night sleeping between boats, go fishing in river and ocean, had fish for dinner.
morning three - see brown snake when we arrive at boats, day out fishing in ocean, had fish for dinner.
morning four - 17mm of rain overnight, too windy for fishing, had sausages and mash for dinner
morning five - still too windy for fishing, pack up boats ready for departure tomorrow.
MOZZIES. So we were warned about the crocodiles and brown snakes - but nothing about the huge man-eating, blood-sucking mosquitos that are in plague preportions in Kakadu. We were attacked each evening around dusk, so learned to have early dinners and bunker down in the fly-screened camper with a can of spray.
EARLY NIGHTS. So as a result of the mozzies - early to bed, early to rise (no this is not a sexual reference). I awoke the other night with the camper shaking and Gavin thrashing around in the bed. I opened my eyes to a bright light on the other side of the bed. As it turns out, when everyone else is sleeping, Gavin spends many nights on the ipad playing some racing car game that the kids have got him addicted to. He spends hours trying to beat the kids' highest scores from the previous day.
THONGS. Lucky we have come to town do do some shopping as both kids need new thongs. These multipurpose footwear have been used for bushwalking in rocky gorges, walking on salt lakes, playing cane toad soccer, squatting mozzies, etc. But whilst in Arnhem Land, 300km from the nearest shop, both kids right shoes had a blow out. (Couldn't even make a pair with the good ones.) The kids were then forced to wear rock shoes for 3 days - note: they haven't worn shoes and socks since it was -7degrees one morning in the high country. Anyway with the temperature ranging from 25 - 30 and 17mm of rain, Hugh's feet have now been classified as weapons of mass destruction by the EPA. Even after many showers, new thongs, and the threat of Jacinta's deoderant - there is still an odour.
HYGEINE. Hugh is enjoying bush camping - weeing on trees and showering every 2 or 3 days. Jacinta and I however do like the luxuries of a pit toilet and bore water for showers. We have been speaking to the boys about personal hygeine, but it seems to be falling on deaf ears. When I did the washing the other week it was noted that there were numerous female tshirts, undies, etc but the boys pile was lacking. Having mentioned this to Hugh, this week's washing had a abundance of boy's underpants. Not sure if he actually wore them or just loaded up my wash bag to keep me happy?