|Descending into the gully where the tubes lay.|
|Entrance to the first lava tube, The Archway.|
|A lovely oasis after a hot day's walk.|
|Camp. Note half-clothed children.|
The next morning (having located the leftover chicken, surrounded by satiated looking crows and currawongs and binning it) we went on our lava tube tour. Our guide was a bit of a Crocodile Dundee Wannabe with an attitude (having managed to get pretty much the entire tour group offside with some unsavoury comments about ex-wives amongst others) but incredibly knowledgeable and passionate about the lava tubes and the bush in general.
|Looking out of the first tube.|
|The second tube where Croc Dundee was feeling so outrageously fit and athletic.|
|Seed pod on the crater walk.|
|You can see the rim of the crater in front. The pimple far left is another lava outlet.|
We spent the next day doing a few bush walks around the campsite and one around the rim of an extinct volcano, and one horror where we were attacked by mosquitoes so large they could f*#k chickens, ticks, took the long way mistakenly and Marguerite fell over grazing every limb she owns... and swimming in the pool and chasing wallabies, kangaroos and currawongs. We’d love to come back for the Undara Experience Blues Weekend and had a great time here in general. On our last morning, we trekked a few hundred metres away from the resort for the ‘Bush Breakfast’ complete with bacon stealing kookaburras.
|Lava outlets (pimples) across the Undara horizon line.|
|Fun in the pool.|
|The bush breakfast site. Beautiful amongst the gums.|
|Bush Breakfast sans kookaburras.|
|Eastern Grey Kangaroos.|