Bali V – Good Bye

Memories of Bali:

  • the warm, friendly, people and their glowing smiles.
  • the positive outlook of the people living on $75 a month “I’m a poor man, but a happy man” – Eka.
  • the pride of the people – they literally fought to the death, to the last person, man and woman, in battles against the Dutch colonists.
  • the contrasts – from high-end resorts and designer shopping to holes in the sidewalks that could swallow you up.
  • the creative spirit and art of the people, seen everywhere in their new buildings, charming little restaurants, wood carvings, temples, art work, in the clothes they wear…
  • the poverty along the coast road from Amed to Denpasar.
  • the best 1 hour massage in the world for $10 with Emma – not a happy ending deal, but the most wonderful spa massage, from the soles of your feet to the top of your head – jelly at the end – wonderful Emma! – this alone could be a reason to live in Bali!
  • meeting Vlad in a gay bar – fun times and shared experiences. Travel with Ganesha (remover of obstacles, lord of beginnings) buddy, find your dream, travel safe.

Meet Linda below, my snorkeling guide for a day. Drove me up to Amed in her boss’ car, to a popular diving area. $50 for the day – $20 to her boss, $20 for petrol, $10 for Linda. A wonderful person with the most positive attitude. Works 2 jobs to make ends meet, earning $200 a month. She has 2 kids, the eldest is 20. She told me how she took small gifts such as colouring pencils to the kids living around Amed. She brought gifts for 6/7 the 1st time. The next time she went up, there were 12/14 kids waiting, the next time 24/28 kids. Linda soon realized she couldn’t go on – she had to stop. She told me she cried and cried.

Linda, my snorkel guide

Linda, my snorkel guide

One of many Balinese Hindu temples (can’t find its name). Notice how complex its design/construction is. Well, all 4 sides seem to be the same, although it would take years of study to confirm/prove this. There were ‘greeters’ (like the guy below)  at each of the 4 gateways. The greeters were different and each had some sort of secret hand sign. “Who wants to know this?”, you say.

the temple in Renon Square, Denpasar

the temple in Renon Square, Denpasar

“Hey mister, want a massage”?

secret hand signs

secret hand signs

Look at this building site. Do the 2 click. The men work in jandals/thongs (not that kind of thong) without hard hats! I walked by here at night and they were still working in the dark. This is earthquake territory – building standards? Vlad swore he saw workers using crazy glue on one site.

construction standards, don't think so?

construction standards, don’t think so?

Well … the contrasts.

I walked down the street on a pub crawl, just strolling, people watching and stopping here and there for a Bintang. It was early, around 8PM. At what was the last bar/restaurant along the way before I’d walk into the Indian Ocean, I heard the coolest guitar music floating out to the sidewalk. I wondered in, found a table and sat back to enjoy. The place was almost empty and these 2 guys were playing their guitars and having the best time together. I sat at an outdoor patio table, under a couple of tall palm trees, with big fluffy Bali clouds slipping across the dark sky – soaking up the music from the 2 amigos.

Across the way, there was a multi-story building under construction. Men were working up there while we sat below enjoying our drinks and dinners. You can see a welder at work – bright light centre right. The night I was there (returned to take this photo another night) a guy was smoking, squatted on the precipice at the upper right. He was silhouetted against a background spotlight with a cloud of dust blowing past him – looked like blowing snow in the night (I miss that sight, blowing snow I mean).

Later on, around the front of the building, I found the workmen waiting to be taken home. About 100 of them squatted on the roadside. Tired and dirty, some smoked, smiled and joked, while others just gazed into the open air restaurant across the street. The restaurant had its tourists enjoying the music, drinking their drinks and eating their dinners, costing more than any of these guys could earn in 2 or 3 months.

Trucks arrived to take them home. Mostly short guys, they stood shoulder to shoulder in their trucks, with only their faces showing over the sides, like match sticks on end. In the darkness, their tired faces were lit by the lights from the restaurant …  didn’t have my camera. 

men at work

men at work

Well Bali, good-bye, au revoir.

Terima kasih, terima kasih Vlad, Eka (auntie & uncle & brother), Linda, Emma, Putu, Roy, Ante, Yoyok, Sriati, Mary, Billy, beautiful Wayan, Lisa and all the rest! Aku sedih untuk meninggalkan Bali.


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Bali IV – Motor Bikes Unlimited

Few words and a bunch of photos. I missed getting some fully loaded bikes, like the one I saw yesterday carrying dozens and dozens of eggs. Also missed my favourite – women riding side-saddle, heads held high – very elegant. They stay on effortlessly!

Check these out and yes, do the 2 click to get up close – look at the faces.

See the little guy in the gold/blue shirt – plays for the Seminyak roosters.

come on gang, let's go for a drive!

come on gang, let’s go for a drive!

little poser

little poser

Hundreds of cars, trucks, bikes, motor bikes and pedestrians shuffle themselves through this intersection hourly – beep, beep – without swearing, fist waving, or even flipping the bird! No traffic lights, give way signs or traffic cops.  As a walker, I call it the ‘leap of faith’ – it’s proof there’s a higher power when you get across in one piece.

the traffic shuffle, boards and all

the traffic shuffle, boards and all

the faces of kids on bikes

the faces of kids on bikes

I’ve heard that teaching young girls martial arts, not only arms them with self-protection skills, but also builds their sense of self-respect. Abuse of young women and women of all ages, I think, is a big deal here. These girls are about to ride into my favourite inter-section. I watched them make it with fingers crossed.

a local school girl tae-kwon-do class?

a local school girl tae-kwon-do class?

bread or chickens?

bread or chickens?

notice what he's wearing - it's 30+ degrees

notice what he’s wearing – it’s 30+ degrees

put some colour in your photos

put some colour in your photos

Check out the cool glasses on the geezer over her right shoulder.

Get your motor runnin' Head out on the highway Lookin' for adventure And whatever comes our way - go girl!

Get your motor runnin’ Head out on the highway Lookin’ for adventure And whatever comes our way – go girl!

dear, I forgot to get ... we have to back for just one more thing ...

dear, I forgot to get … we have to back for just one more thing …

Love this little character.

joe cool, 2023

joe cool, 2023

so casual, so sweet, so close to ....

so casual, so sweet, so close to ….

hey hon, look what I got you today!

hey hon, look what I got you today!

the faces of the people ...

the faces of the people …

Well, you get the idea. Beep, Beep!

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Bali III

So off I went to Ubud for a couple of nights, on the back of Eka’s motor bike. Our 7AM start was delayed until 8:30 by a soaking rain, here in the dry season. Once it lightened up, I pulled on a cheap plastic poncho, jumped on the back of the bike, grabbed Eka’s hips and away we went. Looked like a giant green beetle on Eka’s back. It’s about a 2 hour trip, through riotous traffic. We stopped half way there to visit his aunt, uncle and brother. Changed to a borrowed car – uncle and Eka took me on a tour for the afternoon. Unofficial tour guiding is a way to supplement meagre incomes.

BTW, Ubud is famous for its cultural and artistic pursuits. The king of Bali lives here – gather he’s just a figurehead now as the real power lies with the politicians based in Jakarta. I didn’t spend long enough here so won’t even try to describe the place.

This is a bit disjointed and out-of-order, but no matter. Some scenes here and there.

I think maybe grandmother, daughter and granddaughters. Click once to open and again to enlarge for grannie’s smile.

check out Grannie's smile

check out Grannie’s smile

Engineering plus! Why these don’t just crumble and wash away?

terraced rice paddies

terraced rice paddies

Mt. Batur, the most active volcano in Bali. Dark material in the lower half of the photo is rubble from an eruption a year ago, I’m told. We had a buffet lunch here, seated with this view before us. The brave and energetic climb to the top.

Mt. Batur

Mt. Batur

A tourist amuses.

the faces of the children

the faces of the children

rice, rice and more rice

rice, rice and more rice

Vlad pointed me to this place, what a guy! Lovely Putu prepares and brings you breakfast, any time between 7 and 11 – how’s that for leisurely? Her favourite phrase with me was “slowly, slowly”! What a sweetheart she is – and her artistic husbandhis little touches are all around the place.

temple view from my room

temple view from my room

breakfast on the balcony

breakfast on the balcony

Eka lives here (below) with auntie, uncle and brother. Eka earns 750,000 Rupiahs a month – about $75. He works  a 6 day roster as a waiter. He’d like to go to university, but that would cost $5,000 and so there is no hope of that. He says, with a beaming smile, “I’m a poor man, but a happy man!” The photo’s taken on the front porch of their rented home. The courtyard, just in front of this, is packed hard dirt with chickens and roosters wondering about. It was packed mud the day I was there, after the rain. Caged fighting cocks sit over in the corner – gambling and ‘fun’ for the folks. “Do you want to see a cock-fight?” – No thanks. BTW, the Bintang bottles contain water, not beer. They gave me hot, sweet, black coffee served in a glass. We talked about money, tattoos, life and other things. Uncle gave me a free lesson in Indonesian – he wrote out several useful phrases like “you are very beautiful” – old guys can get away with this one without getting slapped.

Eka, auntie, brother, uncle

Eka, auntie, brother, uncle

Lovely people. More to come from Bali another day …. my butt’s gone numb.

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Bali II

Walking the streets of Bali – Beep, beep. “Hey boss, want nice massage”? “No, thanks”. “Hey mister, want nice girl maybe?” “No, thanks”. Then the ones I like best. A guy rides up on his motor bike – “Hey boss, want some Viagra”? “No thanks”. Next guy on a motor bike – “Hey boss, want some Cialis maybe? extra strong”? “No thanks”. Beep, beep. This occurs many times a day, every day. Beep, beep.

Jumped into a cab with Rudy, the driver. He didn’t speak much English, and well, you know how much Indonesian I speak, so it was a quiet trip, except for our coughs – we both had good ones – think he won the competition. Lot’s of mind-blowing sights along the way to Tanah Lot, a Balinese Hindu temple, up the west coast from where I’m staying. Some of the sights along the way.

big smile in the next frame - didn't catch it

big smile in the next frame – didn’t catch it

Riding along in the cab for ages/kilometres. You look down at the metre. It reads R19,850 and you think “holy crap”, then you remember that’s about $1.98! Drive on Rudy.

Rudy's leprechaun - a message for me?

Rudy’s leprechaun – a message for me?

Petrol station for motor bikes – Absolut vodka bottles are popular.

bottles of petrol, not urine

bottles of petrol, not urine

4 bedroom villa with pool ~$1,200 a month

4 bedroom villa with pool ~$1,200 a month

The road to Tanah Lot Temple is lined with junk. “Hello papa”. Shop, shop – “no thanks”.

the way into Tanah Lot Temple

the way into Tanah Lot Temple

There was a school trip on, ~100 kids in uniform with their teachers. They all headed into the temple for something special – don’t know what – we tourists weren’t allowed inside. Kids were fun – giggling “Halo, halo” to me all over the place, thinking “look at the funny white geezer in baggy shorts”.

Reminds me of Billy Connolly’s advice on staying looking young – “whatever you do, don’t walk around in baggy-ass pants – so better get me some new tight ones?

Balinese school kids on an outing - joking, laughing

Balinese school kids on an outing – joking, laughing

Little girls are the same everywhere – arm-in-arm giggling and singing – brings hope to your day.

Balinese school girls, singing as they go ...

Balinese school girls, singing as they go …

Think this is the main temple (other small prayer spots around – BTW, got in and out without catching anything, far as I can tell). There wasn’t anything to read and haven’t checked on the internet yet. Zoom in on the cave – to pass the guy with the bamboo pole on the left, you had to enter the cave, wash your hands 3 times in small spring, wash you face, drink a little, then they stuck some rice on your forehead and placed a lotus flower behind your left ear (jeeze did I look good) – free to enter.

Tanah Lot Temple, surrounded by water at high tide

Tanah Lot Temple, surrounded by water at high tide

Some ‘obligatory’ water shots.

north west along the coast of Bali at Tanah Lot

north-west along the coast of Bali at Tanah Lot

waves crashing, without end, on the shore

waves crashing, without end, on the shore

... listen Kuta, I've got the perfect spot for a temple - 1,000 years from now the tourists will flock to this ...

… listen Kuta, I’ve got the perfect spot for a temple – 1,000 years from now the tourists will flock to this …

Rented a lounge chair and umbrella on the beach for $4 yesterday – it’s yours for the day. Along came a guy wanting to sell me flip-flops/thongs. The automatic “no thanks”. Then I realized he couldn’t talk. We sort of communicated by waving hands. We shook hands in the way they do it – the western way combined with a sort of flip-up grasping thumbs. He noticed my IPOD, pointed to it and touched it and so I showed it to him – guess he hadn’t seen one before?? He sat down with me on the end of my lounge. I put the earpieces to his ears so he could hear Bob Marley (perfect for the beach mon). Then he made me understand that he was also deaf. WTF!!! He sat with me a while. We didn’t wave hands. We just sat and gazed at the beach, the bodies on lounges, the sky, the sea …. after a time he got up, signaled with his hands, smiled and walked off. Gotta start taking pictures of the people. Here’s my piece of North Kuta Beach on a cloudy afternoon.

Bintang ~$2, the Bud of Bali

Bintang ~$2, the Bud of Bali

Today, I look out the window and it’s raining. But, it’s the dry season here in Bali – same like Darwin (you start to talk like the locals after a short time – same, same). A Balinese was complaining to me about the crazy weather – ain’t it so everywhere?

The Balinese people are wonderful – kind, gentle, helpful. Their smiles could thaw the coldest heart. Sure, there are those who want your money, but hey, wouldn’t you like my money? I’d be happy to have yours. Eka, the sweetest, most charming young woman, gave me some tips this morning and said “don’t hesitate to ask if I can do anything during your visit to help you” – she’s one of the staff clearing tables. You know the offer comes from her heart and she speaks with such enthusiasm about her homeland.

Off to Ubud at 7AM tomorrow on the back of Eka’s (this one’s a guy) motor bike. More to come from Bali.

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Bali? Yes Bali!

I’m gonna try doing shorter soundbites and not sweat the detail so much. Think I’m learning along the road, well some days anyway. Wow, I’m out of the van after 8+ months. I’m in a real room, with walls, its OWN BATHROOM (thought of asking 50 guys over to share it, but no, no, no, NO), a queen size bed, a desk, a TV with a screen big enough to see without squinting – OK I’m getting carried away, but jeez seriously!

Stepping out of the airport into Bali is like leaving planet earth and arriving on …? After that one day visit to Bangkok last year, this place once again just swamps your senses with the sights, sounds, smells … For me, its taken days to adjust. Each day is a little easier than the day before – beep, beep. Want to check into uploading short videos – there’s an intersection near me that will blow you away with the traffic flow as it shuffles itself like a deck of cards at rush hour. 

OK, I goofed – Stu likes to be known as Vlad (short for Vladimir, something from high school days?). On my 2nd night here I stepped out for a beer (just for a change, you say?) At the 2nd bar I walked into I met Vlad from Ohio of all places. He’s wondering the globe in search of the holy grail – hope I find it before he gets his hands on it! Vlad cautioned me that it was a gay bar. I wouldn’t have gone in if I had known it was gay. Anyhow, at last a guy I could talk to and understand – talking my kind of English, I mean, and knows nothing about caravans, nor wants to know. BTW, he’s not gay, at least I don’t think he is – but, then who knows? Who cares? Long story short, as he’d been here for a while, he showed me some of the sights, introduced me to one of his favorite joints, Potato Head below – nobody knows why its called “Potato Head”.

Here’s the view from the “bench” at Potato Head. Sort of like baseball – you’re either on the field, in the action, or sitting on the bench watching it.

the other half at play, by dusk they're laying all over the grass

the other half at play, by dusk they’re laying all over the grass

Clouds glide so leisurely across the sky in Bali – it could be a Bintang effect.

"... I really don't know clouds at all ..."

“… I really don’t know clouds at all …”

Bali, a place of sharp contrast – you’re ‘smacked’ in the eye every time you turn around. These look like old shutters torn from buildings, but maybe they’re made that way? Go ahead, click on the photo, then click again.

the wall at Potato Head - art for art's sake

the wall at Potato Head – art for art’s sake

Vlad’s long gone to Vietnam. I’m back in the role of the Lone Ranger without Tonto (I have to amuse (spelled with an “m”) myself – habits I picked up in the caravan). Take the road less traveled and travel safe with Ganesha, Vlad.

Go for a walk in Bali, carefully!

the footpaths (sidewalks, Stu) of Bali

the footpaths (sidewalks, Stu) of Bali

things may live in these holes, I don't know

things may live in these holes, I don’t know

Got sunburned on the beach, so gotta stay away for a few days. The beach here is a story for another post. More to come from Bali …

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Kakadu, NT

I’ve skipped Darwin, but will return later.

Kakadu is Australia’s largest national park, almost 19,000 square kilometres. Its 50% aboriginal land and the other 50% is under claim by the aborigines. It’s jointly managed by the aborigines and the government.

I met folks along the way that seemed to want to steer me clear of Kakadu. “Not as good as Litchfield”, “can’t drive to sites without a 4-wheel drive” etc … If you meet these people, ignore them! Kakadu is a wonderful window into the proverbial land before time, aboriginal ‘dream-time’.

On my 1st drive out to explore some country, I stopped at Cahills Crossing. It’s a tidal ford over the East Alligator River, crossing from Kakadu into Arnhem Land, a 97,000 square kilometre aboriginal reserve. You need special permission to enter. An early English explorer named the Alligator Rivers, mistaking the crocodiles for alligators – no alligators here, only crocodiles – the name stuck however.

I passed a couple of entertaining hours at Cahills crossing, eating lunch and watching the comings and goings. This guy must have wanted out badly – a mistake here and he’s swimming with the crocodiles. He’s driving across a 4 metre wide concrete strip.

escape from Arnhem Land over Cahills Crossing

escape from Arnhem Land over Cahills Crossing

The river current flows from right to left, but in these photos the tide is coming in, reversing the flow from left to right. I watched the crocodile below swim up to the ford and surf across. He knew the routine – he swam around in the pool to the left until the tide was high enough to ride across. Once the tide was fully in, the river leveled out at the ford and the water was calm until the tide began to ebb. When that happened the crocodiles could cross back again from right to left. The river mouth is about 50ks away!

surfing crocs - eeehaw!

surfing crocs – eeehaw!

A local was killed at this crossing when he fell off the concrete ford into ‘the arms’ of a waiting crocodile. The day I was there, several fishermen were doing their best to snag a fish. The guy in the next 2 photos kept his eye on the crocodile, while the crocodile kept his eye on him (pretending to look somewhere else). When the crocodile went below the surface he was completely out of sight until he popped up in another spot. So, how can a fisherman keep his eye on a crocodile? There were 4 of them swimming in the area. I was primed for the action ‘shot’ of the century.

fisherman and croc watching each other

fisherman and croc watching each other

can you see the croc now? neither can he ...

can you see the croc now? neither can he …

I enjoyed Ubirr and Anbangbang, 2 sites where you can find walking tracks through the bush, ancient rock paintings and amazing rock formations to climb with vistas over the surrounding territory. Met Joel and Annie, park rangers, who gave interesting talks at several sites at the locations.

Annie told us about ‘dream-time’ and explained that it’s like a book, in which there’s the part you’ve read, the part you’re reading now, and then the part you haven’t read, the future. Close the book – that’s ‘dream-time’, the whole book – past, present, future – already written or maybe just time repeating?

Joel’s a young, thoughtful, educated, laid back, white fella, “bush guy”. He told us how the people shared their stories with each other and their children as they moved about their daily routine, hunting, fishing, gathering … and how their stories were integral with the land they lived on – the animals, the plants, the weather, the rocks, the sky … he explained it in a way that let you understand how the people are divorced from their story, their history and their culture without their land. They have no written history. Aboriginal people have lived in this region for 20,000 – 40,000 years (debate continues). The British established the 1st settlements in this area in 1824, less the 200 years ago!

fish for dinner

fish for dinner

A nasty fellow.

he had a way with the ladies

he had a way with the ladies

very well h__g

very well h__g

This doesn’t look like anyone I know.

Waldo at Ubirr Rock in Kakadu

Waldo at Ubirr Rock in Kakadu

There were pockets of people waiting on both sides of the ford for the tide to drop, so they could make the crossing. As I walked back to my car I passed through a group of aborigines sitting in the shade. As I walked on, these little kids with the blackest faces, whitest teeth and biggest impish grins I’ve ever seen, jumped up and ‘hi-fived’ me on the way through – ha, ha! – the old white fella in the funny hat and baggy shorts!

Scenes at Ubirr Rock, NT.

wetlands drying in the early dry season, end of June

wetlands drying in the early dry season, end of June

the view from Ubirr Rock, NT

the view from Ubirr Rock, NT

A word from the aborigines.

at Anbangbang

A tourist died at Jim Jim Falls while I was visiting. Aborigine elders closed it as a sign of respect – no news on the cause.

the road to Jim Jim Falls

the road to Jim Jim Falls

July 1 – Happy Canada Day folks and happy Northern Territory Day!! I left Cooinda and Kakadu behind today, heading for Batchelor, a town 4 hours away on the edge of Litchfield National Park, the next wilderness area I want to visit. I broke my rule for not eating ‘out’ as I had nothing in the van to eat and  stopped at a roadhouse along the way for some lunch. The menu was on a blackboard behind the counter and I spotted some toasted sandwiches – love toasted sandwiches. You place your order standing at the counter. I asked the young girl for a cup of tea and a toasted tomato, cheese and onion sandwich (listed in the menu). I paid for my lunch and she headed out to the kitchen. In no time at all she returned and said “sorry mate, we don’t have any tomatoes“. Well, I could see a couple of plump, juicy red tomatoes sitting on the kitchen table. So I thought “what the fuck” (in honour of Tony Soprano) and told her there were a couple of tomatoes right there on the table, and she said “those are the bosses tomatoes“! Ha, ha. Got a huge laugh out of this (small things amuse caravan vagabonds) – ordered a ham, cheese and onion instead – they had all 3 ingredients this time – guess the boss hadn’t seen them yet!

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on the road to Darwin

June 6 – I arrived in Darwin yesterday, well almost Darwin, the “top end”, as they say in Oz. I’m in a campground in a southern suburb near Palmerston. I’ll head into Darwin in a day or so after I do some clean-up chores.

I covered some territory getting here, almost 1,900k’s in 5 days. May not sound like much to you drivers out there, but having to make camp and break camp every day, get your meals, find a site, blah, blah, blah turns it into a mini marathon.

I drove through some wild, scenic country along the way, stopping for the night at Fitzroy Crossing, Turkey Creek, Timber Creek, Pine Creek (lots of creeks without water) and finally Darwin (close enough). I could have spent more time at several of these places, but I wanted to get to Darwin. Tedium is setting in – maybe I’ll get re-energized like the ever-ready bunny up here. I’m beginning my 8th month in the caravan. The walls are beginning to close in and some of the routine is getting just a little tiresome – I’ll spare the details. Not complaining, just ‘listening’ to my feelings.

There’s a cool pub at Fitzroy Crossing, owned by aborigines and staffed with Kiwi and Irish ‘kids’. I bought a Baobab seed from my buddy Kenneth – hand carved flowers, birds and mating snakes – he told me that snakes get angry and will chase you if you disturb then when they’re mating – wouldn’t you? I mean get angry if disturbed when mating?

Mad Max's truck at Fitzroy Crossing

Mad Max’s truck at Fitzroy Crossing

I was driving through cattle country, where the live overseas cattle shipments originate. I passed a round-up (drovers) in progress where I saw probably ~200 Brahma cattle being herded up a dirt track that ran parallel to the road. Behind it all was a cowboy (drover) sitting tall and lean in the saddle under his cowboy hat, leaning lazily on his pommel in a cloud of dust – probably had a Marlborough hanging from his lips, but I couldn’t see that as he was facing the other way. 40 years in a small office or cubicle with a keyboard in your hands and a computer screen in front of you doesn’t stack up to this somehow.

Driving hard late one afternoon, trying to make it to Turkey Creek Roadhouse (TCR) before dark, I rounded a bend to almost run into the fresh carcass of a huge Brahma, smack in the middle of my lane – luckily nothing coming from the opposite direction, so I could swerve around the body – beautiful in life, grotesque in death. I think a big truck that overtook me a few k’s back had done the deed – nothing they can do to avoid the cattle as they roam freely. The TCR guy said he’d tell the council, as they usually send some ‘lucky’ guy out to get the carcass off the road before an accident happens – hope they did.

This is the road in/out of a rest area in WA, probably between Turkey Creek and Timber Creek. The causeway crossed the river with deep water on the right. There were warning signs around about crocs, cautioning people to stay away from the water … well, I watched this guy stroll leisurely across the causeway beside the deep water and asked him if he wasn’t concerned about crocs – “no” he said, “I’ve been here about 6 times and never seen one” – daaa!

a rest area somewhere in WA

a rest area somewhere in WA

This is civilization for at least a couple of hours  in either direction and its a beautiful drive into here from the south-west – winding roads, red/orange rock hills, dry, dry, dry and blue sky with a setting sun!

Turkey Creek Roadhouse

Turkey Creek Roadhouse

constant companions at 110+k/hour

constant companions at 110+k/hour

car adds perspective and places me there :)

car adds perspective and places me there 🙂

I had that fuel challenge again driving to Halls’ Creek (another dry creek), a stretch of about 300k without a petrol station – had to use my 10 liter can (gets me about 50k’s) again and practically coasted into Hall’s creek on empty with the fuel gauge ‘fuel low’ warning light on and the computer reading 15k’s to empty! Time to get a 2nd can!

Darwin’s over the horizon!

on the road to Darwin

on the road to Darwin

Good-bye WA – lots of k’s here and great roads (though 2 lane)!

"g'day" NT

“g’day” NT

It’s hot and HUMID here! The forecast for the next 5 days in Darwin is low 23, high 32 and sun, sun, sun, sun, sun. I just heard some good news on the radio that said it’s more humid than normal, so hopefully there will be some dry air soon!

Laundry’s done, folded, put away and it’s time to rest up for my Darwin experience and re-energize! Alice is next. The nights down there are getting down to 8c – the fan is running now and the heater will be on soon, merde!

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