Waterborne

Being near to the East Alligator River, as we walked back to the truck the mozzies started to come out.

By the time we made it to the campsites we were in the midst of a buzz of flies and mosquitoes and midges.

The flies went to bed after we started to get ready for supper, but the biters stayed out and I got an early night.

Nicole elected to tend her fire. Whoops. She was bitten to buggery in the cloud of insects in the hot night air.

The next day were up bright and not that early and headed down to the boat ramp to get on a cruise - only to be told that we needed to book beforehand.

We must have looked sufficiently penitent, miffed and generally inconvenienced because the operators relented and let us on.

And up the East Alligator River we went, spotted crocodiles, of which there were many. But they were all inactive. Apparently they only go fishing at certain tides. But there were some pretty big buggers.

We hopped out of the boat at an Abiriginal Site on the other side of the river, setting foot in Arnhem Land, the Forbidden Zone... by god it was hot.... and got a demonstration of aboriginal spearcraft.

Eloise insisted on collecting the spears, and attempting however inadvertently to poke the eyes out of people stood behind her.

Then back to camp to disassemble and move on to the next fun activity....