Welcome to the Gulf Country, the most expensive place to buy groceries in
|Karumba Point boat ramp, just a quiet morning?!|
|Boats aplenty at the Sunset Point Caravan Park.|
|One of many friends...|
So our days went, filled with fishing, sweating and swimming in the heavily chlorinated pool, though not all at the same time. Marguerite loved it as it was school holidays and there were plenty of other kids to play with. Both her and Caesar loved the chance of being with other people, so much so they began to completely ignore us altogether. This all came to a head when we left Karumba, but you'll have to wait for the next post to get the low down on that chapter of the Crying Games.
|The catch from the day's boat hire.|
|Out on the Norman River, Karumba in the background.|
boat proved fruitless. He was genuinely perplexed as to why complete strangers weren't falling over themselves to give him a ride in their boat?! His motto of 'It's a numbers game' clearly applies to picking up women but not grey nomads/holidaying miners and their boats.
|A nice grunter.|
|What are sundowners without a bit of a fish and some naked children?|
Fiela caught some great Queen fish here.
|The fish cleaning tables at the caravan park. No mucking around here.|
|The boy, watching and learning the Fiela-fishing craft.|
|The beach north of the Norman River.|
|Just another gorgeous Karumba sunset.|
|Sunset from the tavern.|
|Our shady camp at Sunset Point Caravan Park. Note the 50 metre wide exclusion zone around us.|
|Green frog and Marguerite.|