Kaka-must-du

With most of the travelling community telling us that Kakadu isn't worth the effort (calling it Kaka-don't), we thought there's no better reason to go and have a look.

Big F found a friend at the campground.

While Little F partook in the art classes.

Beating a path to the East Alligator River.

Cooking shelter

One of Kakadu's many wetlands.

Abundant rock art - this one depicts dancing.

There is heaps of bird life.

Sunset at Yellow Water.

Hiking to Koolpin Gorge.

We accidentally stumbled across this unmarked 'locals' waterhole. One of the best yet!

In such a place, you just can't keep clothes on him!

The very original bridge to get into the "Rock  Hole".

These pics bought to you by M's new Canon 6D that he is very fond of but has yet to build a rapour with!

And thanks to the wonders of in-camera GPS, here is the route that was taken since turning on the new camera.

The Top Enders

Butterfly Gorge

The Buley Pools

Remember our 'summer on the beach Tassie style' where we were all in jumpers and scarves? Here's the Darwin winter!

Darwin Museum

In the Maritime section.

Sunset on the beach.

Little F at Cullen Bay

Crocosaurus Cove

Life in the Tropics

Some dear friends took us in at Darwin. All kids same age as our own. Thanks Sal.

Day 273 - The Last in WA

We made the most of our last day in WA by doing a round trip through yet more gorges, and some crocodile country.

Sup from the Boab.

Emma Gorge

The town of Wyndham offers a rare birds eye view of the coastal country.

This greets you on entering Wyndham

J carries water in a bladder in the backpack and they line up like cows.

iPhonography

Question: Is a photograph art or merely a visual recording of people, time and space?

Answer: When 600km of some of the most stony and corrugated road in the country lies between your camera and its memory card, it doesn't make one scrap of difference.

After leaving the caravan at Kununurra and heading up to Kalumburu (Kal-um-boo-roo)(a remote Aboriginal community on the northern-most point of Western Australia), we discover that the memory card for the camera is safely stowed in the caravan. With the camera being as useless as an ash tray on a motorbike, we bring you our northern exposure by iPhone...

Along our walk to Mitchell Falls.

The edge of a precipice with three kids is a nerve-racking affair. Mitchell Falls.

View from our camp at Honeymoon Beach.

Pago Airfield, complete with US Air Force fuel drums, still where they lay after being bombed by the Japanese all those years ago.

M and J imitate rock art figures that we learnt so much about on this trip.

The driving seemed to go on forever, we lost some stuff off our roof and were muscled out of the most remote campground we have been to by some drunken yobbos (albeit in a dry community), but we had some great moments learning about the history of the Kimberleys, aboriginal artwork and modern ways of life. A great education for all of us.

And in a stroke of good luck, after passing lots of people with flat tyres all along the gravel roads, we got one as we returned to the caravan park at Kununurra!

Bungle Bungles

Look Mum, no doors!

Once the busload of teenage girls left, Cathedral Gorge was peaceful and inspiring.