I left off in Katherine last time, stayed in the Motel there to get everything charged again.
So. I got up moderately early and headed out to Katherine Gorge to have a quick look. I didn't know that the car park was on the flats at the lowest part of the gorge, I thought you'd come up to the edge of it saving me any effort in walking anywhere. I just went for a wander along in motorbike jacket/pants/boots to have a quick look at where the river left the gorge, but I couldn't see much except for the stairs to the top. Well then I went to the top in the heat, in my jacket, no water, and it took me quite a long time.
This is what I saw:
Looking up Katherine Gorge
|Out of Katherine Gorge|
Next was the run north to see how far I could get. And it turns out that was just Adelaide River. Not Adelaide River Bridge where the jumping crocodile cruises are, but the township of Adelaide river, which has a roadhouse, and a train museum which hasn't opened yet. There are still lonnnngggg stretches of nothing out here.
In the morning it was a quick run into Darwin to get new tyres. Expensive new tyres. $493 new tyres. I don't have a job anymore so that's a huge hit to the budget, but I needed them. I could have had a set shipped here for less than that, but, poor planning of course.
The other thing I collected was my Carnet. This is the bit of documentation that will allow me to temporarily export and import the bike around the world without paying import duties. The only places I can't go are Iran and Iraq! :( More on that later! But because I was early in Darwin I headed back out to Kakadu until it was time to check in to the hotel I booked.
The Kakadu park entrance is a long way from Darwin, and there's not much to look at on the way. More dry bushland, similar to what you see on Cape York. The first night I stopped at the first big campground in the park which turned out to be a privately owned roadhouse.
The next morning I set out fairly early expecting the scenery to change, but it still didn't happen. I guess I was expecting whatever it was I saw on the Bush Tucker Man. There are little pockets of that, but not much. I guess I have to come back here in the wet season to see what it's like.
Jabiru is, nondescript. There is the Crocodile Hotel, and umm. Not much else. Again, not like I thought it was, or what I had seen on TV before.
|Aww, but I... Oh. :(|
Next up was Nourlangie Rock:
|Rock art at Nourlangie Rock|
I went and had a quick look at Yellow Water in the morning, I think this is a famous one and might have been in the same TV shows I've seen.
|To Couzens lookout, Mary River|
I tend to try and set my tent up close to tables because I don't have one, and don't have room for one. Yet at most campsites I see there are caravans almost on top of the tables for some reason (most of the time after I've set up). Because they have one inside their van I guess that means that they need that extra one outside. Along with the other one I'm sure they're carrying somewhere. The moral of the story is, caravaners in the Northern Territory are the worst people on the planet :D
|East Alligator River|
|Between Normanton and Cloncurry|
|Some Bark. And some focus.|