|4WDing in Arnhem Land.|
|Cahill's Crossing, going towards Arnhem Land.|
But convinced I was and after a bit of fluffing around in regards to paperwork and getting the permits, LOTS of fluffing around in regards to obtaining food and alcohol to take with us (as I've mentioned before, Kakadu has lots of restrictions in regards to alcohol and its consumption within the park. We had planned to be back in Darwin at this stage, so all of our supplies were running extremely low: I felt like an underage teenager trying to get some drinks for a party with the rigmarole we had to go through, not to mention the expense. It almost makes you rethink drinking altogether. Almost.), we were ready to go.
|Cahill's Crossing looking downstream.|
|One of the easier crossings on the way up to the Coburg Peninsula.|
|Black Cockatoos everywhere.|
|Spectacular scenery in Arnhem Land.|
The next 220kms involved huge corrugations, dry washouts with half metre drops in them and lots and lots of creek crossings. We lost our front license plate somewhere, dipped so badly on one side of the campertrailer in a washout that mud poured inside via a fridge vent and had mud and water suddenly fly up over the bonnet of the car a few times. All of this occurred at a pretty slow pace; we followed the Braggs most of the way who drove much slower than us, in part due to the massive rig they were towing, and also because they are probably just a bit more sensible. I reiterate, it took us 8 hours to drive 250kms. I've never been so happy to see a Rangers station and a campground.
|Finally! But still with a hundred kilometres or so to go...|
Absolutely buggered, we trawled around the virtually abandoned grounds, incapable of picking out a suitable site and realised with startling clarity the next morning that we'd chosen one of the worst. And so later that afternoon we did what every camper dreads: we moved camp in the same campground. Now we had shade, a breeze (something which would become highly prized as the week wore on) and were now only a 250m walk to the toilets and the awesome shower. Finally! Can the Blogging about Coburg begin?? YES!
|Smith's Point and the mexican hat- a tribute to lots of dead sailors, rebuilt in the 1970s by sailors drunk on Coronas.|
|The beautiful beach looking West from Smith's Point.|
|More Smith's Point beach goodness.|
Wildflowers on the cliffs.