This morning we had the weirdest noise yet to wake us, a rooster crowing. There is no house within miles so how could there be a rooster? It was in a cage on the back of the “feral’s” trailer. We were disappointed when what we thought was a goat turned out to be the 4th dog , with a coat on. When our neighbour, Heinz, appeared from his caravan perplexed about the rooster he’d heard we told him people had it. He said, “VOT?” so we pointed it out to him. He laughed and laughed then put his head back into the van and said to his Australian wife, “ Next time ve haff to take a couple of chicks wiz us.” Her response? “WHAT???”
“Chooks, chooks, ze people haff chooks, ve haff to take chooks wiz uz”.
They’ve been travelling for 18 months and are heading back home to Perth.
After that lovely start to the day we headed for Fitzroy Crossing. We saw a couple of dingos ( the first since the one welcomed us into Alice Springs) and some Brolgas. Fitzroy Crossing was interesting, the only white people we saw were the couple staffing the Petrol Station. We decided to continue on to Windjana Gorge because we had plenty of time. 40 kms west of Fitzroy Crossing we turned onto the Leopold Road, it’s unsealed but no really bad corrugations. Some wet crossings, red river sand and rounded rocks but nothing to make us wish we hadn’t started. I astonished myself by recognizing the countryside as Jundamurra country. I must have seen a documentary or read about it because the memory was so visual. I told Alex what I could remember of the story and later we found more information on display boards. I think there would be information about him on the net. It’s an amazing place and I love it.
Arrived at the campsite at about 1:00 so after we set up we went back to Tunnel Creek, I wish we’d known to wear shoes you could wear in the water because the info boards said strong covered shoes but when you get into the tunnel you have to wade through water and I wasn’t going to wreck my good Rockports. I took my shoes off when we reached the first lot of water and was just careful to watch where I was putting my feet. Alex followed closely “in the footsteps of” a French girl who just dropped her shorts and strode across in her very brief, tied at the hip, undies chatting away to him about the water depth. The pools inside the tunnel are about 20m across, some of them more but when it got to pools up near the top of my thighs I decided I wasn’t going to continue. I had my camera and a torch, the torch was a Dolphin so it would have been OK but not the Canon. A guy coming back said the water got up to his navel. The rocks are stunning, in some places coloured like marbled meat and there are stalagtites and also holey limestone. I found a big Green Tree Frog hiding in one hole near the entrance.
The night was another unbelievably starry one.