We were relieved to be out of croc territory. We arrived to Yepoon in time to catch a sunset over the quiet coastline. As soon as the sun disappeared, we were hit with a cold night; it made the idea of going home a little more inviting. On Great Keppel Island we strolled along the
The bay was smothered by a cloud so thick, that the distant islands were tucked away out of sight. We had 4 days at Airlie Beach and had decided on Sunday to explore Whitehaven Beach, unbeknownst to us, it would be the only overcast day that week. Andrew and I holidayed here 15years ago, when
We dipped our oars into the deep, clear water. The water lilies swayed as we pushed past them and the ripples over the water stirred the reflections of the rich greenery and palm trees. Lawn Hill gorge, in the Boodjamulla National Park, is a green oasis in a barren outback. To get here, we passed
While marinating in the warmth of Bitter Springs, we checked out far away we were from Devils Marbles. When the discovered it was 666km away, it sent a chill done our spine and we knew it was a clear sign that we just had to visit! The road was long and barren, littered with termite
We followed a path lined with towering palm trees. It led us to the entrance of the hot springs where the white pebbles beneath, reflected the blue sky through the ever clear waters. The water was a perfect 30 degrees and as we settled in, a gentle current picked us up and carried us through
There was a strange mist over Kakadu as we drove into the park. One of those mysterious afternoons you often read about in books, where you end up arriving at your destination, only 200 years earlier. It may have been the back burning, mixed with the wetland air - the scene was set. We swatted
Our last day in WA was spent aboard a pontoon, captained by Andrew and the kids. We pushed off into gigantic Lake Argyle and made our way through a series of little islands, until we found a perfect spot for a swim. Despite the known fact, that fresh water crocs are scared of people and
Gibb River Road runs through a bush track filled with stark white Ghost Gums and charcoaled Coolibah trees. As you bounce around on the corrugated road, which I’m told is in very good condition - despite everything vibrating in the car - you can be forgiven to think you’ve stumbled on Africa. A savannah of
The river was infested with crocs. We lost count at around 20, but I’m sure there would have been double. We arrived at Windjana Gorge with our friends Noor and Ben. We were all keen to see some freshwater crocs, and apparently the river just 500m from our campsite was filled with them. We passed
We were so excited for warmer weather. No more jumpers in the evening, no more socks at bedtime. We were set for our Broome adventure, filled with sunshine, beach, crocs and dinosaur footprints. Our over excited eagerness, was met with a sobering slap in the face. As we were setting up our camper trailer, the
