So we have just spent 3 days on very ordinary roads - my internal organs have been rearranged - to arrive in this dry hot dusty fishermans "paradise". We are sitting in the bar at the fishing club and I have a gin and tonic in front of me as we wait for the beginning of "pie night" watching the sun go down over the river. Life is not all bad. Di H there are still plenty of shaded campsites for when you get here in a couple of weeks but no Barra.
We tried to buy some barra and all they had was one piece for $40/kg - caught in Darwin and imported to the fish capital of the NT. It's been a really bad fishing season so far - no rain for a couple of years and too many fishermen.
Waiting for dinner at the bar.....
The McArthur River.....
He died trying....
We stopped in Borroloola for supplies on the way through. It's an aboriginal community with a swimming pool. We may stop for a swim on the way back. We visited an interesting museum and art gallery wher we chatted with a lovely lady about the community and what they are trying to do. But it is dry, dusty and hot. It left me feeling a bit depressed about how we treat our indigenous folk.
Interestingly, there is not a single indigenous face in King Ash Bay and this would have been the original home of the local indigenous people.
Tomorrow a bit more internal organ rearrangement as we head further north up the gulf towards Roper Bar.
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