Day 22, Muirella
The sweltering scrub and the blazing flat,
When the heat came down through each old felt hat
In the hell-born western drought.
When the heat came down through each old felt hat
In the hell-born western drought.
(Henry Lawson)
Hell it was hot today!! A bit more rain overnight cleared the air and made for pleasant sleeping conditions.
Today though, was a stinker. I don't know how I'm surviving it so well, really. Drinking gallons of water and thanking the VW air-conditioning engineers, I suppose.
It's been a good day, though.
I checked out some rock formations up at Ubirr.
I had a look at the notorious Cahill's Crossing where the big crocs gather, waiting for one false move.
I spent some time looking around the Nourlangie region - Anbangbang Billabong and rock-art gallery.
I'm camped for the night at Muirella Park, still in the heart of Kakadu.
Heaps of Rainbow Bee-eaters here as well as various Kingfishers, Honyeaters, Flycatchers, grey birds, brown birds, grey & brown birds, ... I've left my bird book at home, along with my long lens. Silly me!
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| Ubirr |
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| Ubirr |
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| Cahill's Crossing |
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| Anbangbang Gallery |
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| Anbangbang Billabong |
Heaps of Rainbow Bee-eaters here as well as various Kingfishers, Honyeaters, Flycatchers, grey birds, brown birds, grey & brown birds, ... I've left my bird book at home, along with my long lens. Silly me!
Just now, as I write this a few drops of rain fall. Bring it on down!