Lake Argyle — Day 1

Western Australia is the most notorious border crossing on our trip. Many people have stories about the long lines, the tricky fruit and veg rules, or the g2g pass questions. For us the border wait was short, maybe 20 minutes. We saw a couple questioned first in their car and then taken into an on-site office, that left us a little nervous. But when our turn came the officer was friendly and straightforward, a few simple questions then onto the bio-security people. They were similarly relaxed, particularly since we did not have anything of interest. 

And so this scary border was behind us!

Relieved and a little surprised by the ease, we laughed as we drove into Lake Argyle. 

The road winds around and around until glimpses of lake flicker into view. But the killer view is saved for the caravan park. 

Tired from the day, and with tent set up, we head to the famous pool. And wow, the water of the pool runs seamlessly into the view, the far corner pointing out into the expanse of the lake and the mountainside shooting up on the other side.

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Litchfield – attempt 2

Last night we called our accommodation in Kununurra to check that they can house us while we await a negative COVID test result. They said they couldn’t, my heart sank, then quickly followed  “but you don’t have to anymore!” After calling the WA hotline for confirmation, we find that yes, from yesterday we can cross the border at anytime without a test. 

And so we quickly re-plan. Can we drive Darwin to Kununurra in one day? (Probably not). Are we okay to miss out on some Darwin sights? (Resigned, yes).  Do we have time to stop at Litchfield? (It will be tight). What about Gregory or Keep River? (Unlikely). How fast should we go to cross this flightiest of borders? (How can we predict this??)

Today we will get to Timber Creek. We leave early enough for a flying stop at Litchfield, then it’ll be straight driving for the rest of the day. 

We pull into the magnetic termite mounds first, stride along the boardwalk and gaze out over the perfectly aligned slabs strewn over the field. They are quite far away and many seem to have been burned recently. I wonder whether the mounds are still active?

Then we cross over to a huge mound, the biggest I’ve seen. 

Now we drive to Florence Falls where we observe the falls from a lookout before taking the stairs down to the pool below.

The water is clear and crisp, the falls are higher than anywhere we’ve been yet. It’s a good point to take a breath and enjoy the scene for a while [Anna: these falls were notable for having the warmest water and the most people with go pros terrifyingly jumping off rocks…I may have been secretly very pleased when one group lost their go pro at the bottom, don’t worry they found it again]. 

The rest of the day practical, as is our demountable accommodation. 

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Darwin

Because of the recent COVID-scare in NT, the WA government requires a negative coronavirus test immediately after crossing the border, which means we need appropriate accommodation to isolate in while we await the result. The implication for us is that we must wait for the next available accommodation, which leaves us with a leisurely amount of time to see Darwin, then head back to Litchfield, Judbarra and Keep River national parks before getting to WA. 

We arrive in Darwin shortly after their lockdown ended. People are still vigilant with all the measures, which is clearly the right thing to do, but it means that the whole vibe of the places seemed a little more on edge than I suspect is normal [Anna: I’d love to return without the spectre of COVID, if only to go to the casino’s pool bar Sunday sesh and the Mindil Beach Markets,which were sadly cancelled].

We have a series of practical matters to take care of: sending home a box of things we no longer need (e.g. hot water bottles [Anna: And yoga mats. Note to anyone trying to cross the country in 3 months….you’re not gonna do yoga]), getting our first vax (yay!) and getting some slow time to reset a little. 

We are also catching up with a few people here. I have a school friend who lives here, Gez, plus his partner Bec and their daughter Harri; Ashe’s gallery mate Matt; and Greg, the Anglican Bishop, who knows Mum since way-back and who we’re dropping some books to. 

So our days are a mix of practical things, then finding good places for food, walking around the city, looking out over the water (especially for sunset) and finding some friends. 

On our first trip to Outstation Gallery, Matt isn’t around. It’s fine because we spend some time with the art and have time to take it all in. Later in the week we go back and actually sit and chat with Matt for an hour or so. We talk about the holiday, about COVID, about how his family is going, about the gallery and what galleries to visit on the rest of the trip, about how he knows Ashe. He then takes us through another exhibition in an adjacent gallery which is all metal-based art, worked in amazing detail with angle grinders and dremels. 

He is great fun to hang out with and generous with his time. 

Walking out of the gallery Anna and I look at each other and together laugh at how similar his mannerisms are to Ashe’s. We decide to describe it as a ‘confident eccentricity’. 

We met up with Gez and Co twice. One night we spent at the Sailing Club where we just ate and drank by the water and caught up. The sun sank and the boats bobbed, peaceful and pleasant in good company. 

The second time was at De la Plage, a café by the water. We ate and walked on the long flat sand out to the water. We made sand-things and chilled out. As is the way with friends we fall back into easy rhythms. I kind of wish we had longer. 

We met up with Greg at the church, a really interesting design. He had the air that many church leaders have: smart, humble, time for anyone and incredibly interested in others. We chatted for about an hour and I felt quite enriched by our meeting. He emailed me later to further explain the roles his father had had at Tomago, the small world keeps getting smaller!

We caught the closing night of the Darwin Festival, enough to eat and drink and listen to some music before the crowds streamed in and we made our exit. 

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Litchfield?

Darwin has exited their lockdown, but Katherine has extended by a day to give more time for test results to come in. That means we can progress with our holiday!

Kakadu has been very special. Magnificent and ancient. I’m glad we were forced to stay longer, the slowness of the last few days gave me time to recharge and connect better with the place. 

Today we are off to Litchfield for one night before going to Darwin. So many people have raised my expectations about Litchfield that I’m nervous of being disappointed. 

We refuel at Batchelor and on our way into the park an huge plume of black smoke leaps up about a kilometre ahead of us. We have been growing a used to the constant burning that the NT has offered us, but this is different to the light grey of a meandering fire. I pull off the road and we watch for a few minutes as the smoke billows upwards. Then we drive back to the petrol station. 

I ask them about the fire (which they can’t see directly) and they tell me that all the burning has been done for the season and there’s nothing for a fire to burn. With such a confident response I decide not to argue, but I don’t think it’s smart to continue to the campground. 

We call our Darwin hotel and extend our stay to tonight and head there instead. 

On the drive up a series of firefighters zoom by us in the opposite direction. We refresh the fires guidance a few times, watching it progress from a warning to an alert we feel justified in our decision [Anna: I later heard that while the campgrounds were safe, the park was a smoky mess…no thanks]. 

Maybe we’ll see Litchfield another time!

Litchfield fires
Dash cam: fire at Litchfield

Kakadu — Day 6

Because we’re here a bit longer we decide to book into accommodation with a real bed. And because we’re interested in the news to tell us whether the lockdowns are effective we decide to go back to Jabiru with its 4G. And finally, because it has an outdoor shower we choose Anbinik (Anna: Outdoor bathing is my number 1 goal in life).

We check in and then head out to Bardedjilidji walk. The walk loops from the East Alligator River around a cutting through a rock formation. The first part of the walk is pretty unnerving given how often we’ve been told to stay away from the rivers edge. The track is often very close to the river, luckily there’s not much to see at this part so we walk briskly (I was don’t really know why this isn’t and out-and-back walk).

It’s really the middle part of the track that is interesting. Rock formations stand like castle battlements, with watchtowers. The rocks are unique compared to anything else I’ve seen in the park, appearing to be made up from long pancake stacks. The vertical lines of the long golden grass makes the horizontal lines of the rocks stand out more.

As we wind around the back of the track we find ourselves approaching a cave. 

In the cave are some rock paintings and a network of roots from trees upstairs. The sudden cool darkness begins to feel spooky and we hastily move on. But that feeling of spookiness lingers for the rest of the walk, all the rock art we spot looks like warnings. Thus the interest of the pancaked rocks was book-ended by an unsettled sense of being in someone else’s home. 

Back at the resort, we dive into the dark room to cool off, cave-like but welcoming. We shower outdoors, suitably luxurious-feeling, and get dinner (Anna: Dinner was accompanied by our first close up encounter with a dingo!]. 

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