Heading into the bush once more, Litchfield National Park did not
disappoint. I avoided the tourist laden Florence Falls and camped at
the divine Buley Rockhole where caravans are banned.
The mozzies in the Top End are something else. You can throw away
the pathetic Aerogard and Rid and simply immerse yourself in a 44
gallon drum of DDT. Clothes make no difference whatsoever, they just
bite straight through denim! The most vulnerable time is when
dropping your daks to use the long-drop toilet. A bare, ripe, pink dairie
aire is as good as an invitation to a smorgasbord. At least they don’t sit
on your food as you are trying to shovel it into your mouth – unlike the
flies.
Back through Katherine and then west crossing the Victoria River and
into cattle country, I stayed at the lovely Timber Creek campground
before pushing on to cross the WA border the next day. In Kununurra I
was reunited with my friend Narelle whom I was arrested with 31 years
ago protesting the Franklin Dam in Tasmania. (In the first episode of
this journey I revisited the “scene of the crime” by taking a sailing boat
trip up the Gordon River to the police compound where we were held