We noticed another one of our articles on the shelves yesterday morning, this one in Australian 4WD Action issue 145.  I hadn’t seen the photos above of Edith Falls in the flesh, looks great all blown up in hard copy.  A couple of cameos from my cousins Margot and Sophie in this article, they met us in Litchfield National Park (the subject of the article) for a night of camping way back in July.

We stopped off at the bakery in Bicheno yesterday morning to find the next article of ours on the shelves in the latest edition of Camping With Your 4WD.  The spread pictured here chronicles our trip along the Bullita Stock Route through the Northern Territory’s Gregory National Park.

Temperature: 36°C (97°F)

Keep River, a remote National Park on the Western Australia/Northern Territory border, was our last stop in the Northern Territory.  Keep River covers a relatively small area of around 700 square kilometers, but what it lacks in acreage it surely makes up for in natural splendor.  Some of the most picturesque vistas we witnessed throughout the Northern Territory with a very out-of-the-way feel that suited us to a ‘T’.  Our first stop was Cockatoo Lagoon, one of the park’s few permanent waterholes, located near the ranger’s station a few kilometers off the Victoria Highway.  It acts as a congregating point for a range of wildlife, everything from the huge water monitor pictured here through scores of species of birds and the native frogs for which Keep River is famous.  Unfortunately we were at the lagoon during the middle of the day so all the frogs were hiding, but the photos of them at the ranger’s station gave an idea of the range of amphibious species in the area.

We spent our night at Keep River in the northernmost campground, Jarnem, deciding that it offered the widest range of walks in the park and was also a strictly no-generator camp area, which is always a nice way to enjoy the outdoors.  We setup camp and waited for the heat to pass before tackling the eight kilometer Jarnem loop walk, a brilliant hike through the bee-hive rock formations endemic to this area of Australia.  Such a surreal feeling walking through the massive gorges formed by the rocks, easy to understand why the Aboriginals consider the area a sacred site.  We made it to the Jarnem lookout late in the afternoon for a magic view of the rock domes in the falling sun, spending a good half hour on our lonesome at the lookout enjoying the view and afternoon breeze.  A bit of excitement spying a golden tree snake hunting for frogs amongst the Pandanus palms on the hike back to camp, such iridescent yellow scales…

We could have used a good swim or bush shower after our hike but the water at Jarnem was for drinking only, so instead we opted for a cool wipe down with wet face towels.  We’d foraged for wood on the road into Jarnem so enjoyed a big fire in the evening with a family who had just completed the Gibb River Road, good to get a few tips and the low down on some lesser known camping spots along the popular 4WD route in preparation for our run across it in a week or two.  The kids, Jamie and his sister Anna, took to us like we were their long lost best friends, giving us a kid fix for all those we’re missing from Adelaide an California.  Lisa played a long game of Simon Says with them around the campfire.  We cooked all the vegetables we had left from our most recent restocking in Katherine in preparation for the quarantine inspection at the Western Australia border.  Very frustrating to have to worry about having all fresh fruit, vegetables and honey being confiscated as we changed states but fortunately we made it through with no issues.

Glad we stopped in Keep River on our way into Western Australia, a Northern Territory highlight for both of us.

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We spent some time in Katherine (S14°19.067′ E132°25.252′)last weekend restocking our supplies and also getting a few minor items on The Tank taken care of.  The Tank was due for an oil change and we also had one front hub that wouldn’t consistently disengage from being locked in 4WD so we figured that Katherine, being the third largest town in the Northern Territory, would be a good spot for mechanics.  We called no less than seven mechanics before being able to get an appointment any sooner than five days wait!  The fellas at Katherine Crash seemed for know Toyota Troop Carriers back to front and had our oil changed and hub fixed in no time.  We also received a good dose of Northern Territory culture with a visit to the Katherine Hotel around 2:00PM on Friday afternoon.  I think of the around 200 people in the pub we were probably two of the five white-skinned patrons, Lisa’s blonde hair sure motivated a few long looks from the local Aboriginals!  I had a good chat to a few of the local black fellas about topics ranging from Christianity to the ensuing game of pool, definitely a good time to see a Territory pub in full swing on a Friday afternoon.  We spent the night in Katherine at one of the caravan parks close to Katherine Hot Springs, springing for a pizza for dinner as it’s one of the things we can’t cook for ourselves when we’re on the road. 

Saturday morning we spent a bit of time in Katherine enjoying some of the last niceties of civilization with a cappuccino each and a fresh pastry for me before continuing west to Gregory National Park.  Gregory is split into two sections across the Nungali and Wanimiyn Aboriginal lands, the most easterly portion of the park centers on the Victoria River and surrounding gorges.  For our first night west of Katherine we camped at Victoria River Roadhouse (S15°36.969′ E131°07.736′), a small petrol station behind which is a large expanse of grassy campsites along the Victoria River.  We spent the early portion of the afternoon on Saturday exploring Joe’s Creek, an easy hike through one of the Gregory gorges amongst Livistonia palms and cliffs decorated with ancient Aboriginal art.  The escarpments in Gregory were just fantastic, the red cliffs contrasting with the green of the gums and deep blue skies.  So much to take in…  After our hike we veered off the highway and spent the balance of the afternoon at the Old Victoria River Crossing, Lisa filling her sketch book with drawings of the surrounds and me trying my hand at more fishing.  I managed to catch a few juvenile fish in my yabbie pot and for the first time had a few bites on the line, but again finished the afternoon empty handed.  A very relaxing spot though, good to be able to wind down after a week of go-go-going in Kakadu and trying to get everything with The Tank sorted in Katherine.

After our night at Victoria River Roadhouse we ventured west to the larger portion of Gregory National Park.  A quick check of the track conditions at Timber Creek and we started down the 40 kilometer unsealed road to Bullita Homestead.  We’d planned to camp the first night at Limestone Gorge, a campsite 10 or so kilometers before Bullita, but due to extreme flood damage during the most recent wet season the campsite was closed.  We still ended up driving down the gorge to have a look at the calcite formations cascading down the limestone faces of the gorge.  On the walk to the calcite cascades is a reef of stromatolites, fossils of the oldest known forms of life on earth, hundreds of the fossils are spread across a concentrated section of earth, quite cool to see.     

We continued on to Bullita, staking out a campsite on the edge of the East Baines River for the night and then making the few hundred meters drive to the historic site of Bullita Homestead for lunch.  The homestead was first used by pastoralists in the early 1800s, cattle was transported across the country by drovers from Queensland, a trek of over 3000 kilometers.  Bullita remained as a working cattle station until the 1970s, when it was abandoned by its owners after ravaging floods.  It’s now a historical site, maintained by the National Parks Service.  It was very interesting, replicas of the original cattle yards are on show and the homestead maintained in its original condition.  The huge boab tree in the center of the property, one of many we’ve seen since being in Gregory, is engraved with names of stockmen and drovers who have worked the property over the centuries.  The flies here in Gregory were absolutely relentless, swarms of them followed us everywhere we went, finding their way into nostrils, eyes and ears, so very frustrating.  It’s the first time we’d broken out the fly nets that Lisa’s mum made for us before we left the States.  I quickly discovered that no, you cannot drink liquids (beer) through the fly nets.  The flies got under my skin so much at one point that Lisa got to have a good laugh at me screaming profanities at them in the middle of the bush.  I guess I was hoping they’d understand English swear words and leave me alone…  We ate our dinner at Bullita inside our mosquito tent, a fine art to enter the tent holding a plate of food and not have any flies make it through the opening flap!

Today we tackled the Bullita Stock Route, a 92 kilometer 4WD track beginning at our campsite at Bullita Homestead and finishing up halfway back toward Timber Creek.  The route is rated as ‘difficult’ by one of the 4WD guides we have and is also a one way loop, so we were crossing our fingers that we’d be up to it.  The route began with a long but relatively shallow river crossing across the East Baines River, a little unnerving as we dropped into a hole or two during the crossing, but we made it out unscathed.  The first 10 or 15 kilometers of the track was very slow going, a lot of the dry creek beds along the route were covered in large, jagged rocks and we had to traverse a long section of steep limestone steps as we dropped down Spring Creek Jump-up.  Lots of time in low-range…  It took a bit of cajoling for me to get Lisa behind the wheel down the steps to take some photos, but once she was used to letting The Tank’s own weight propel it down the steps in low-range it was smooth sailing.  The Tank really showed us it’s abilities today, handling the jagged and steep sections of the trail with ease, an awesome vehicle when in its element.

The Bullita Stock Route traversed some beautiful country, forever changing as we progressed, from grassy plains covered with gums and boabs to lush creeks lined with pandanus palms.  The entire day we encountered only one other vehicle so were lucky to be able to experience the rugged country on our lonesome.  Quite a treat to see the Oriental Hotel Boab Tree (pictured here to the right), a favorite stop-off for drovers of yesteryear with their favorite pubs and hotels in Australia’s Top End carved into the massive tree’s trunk.  The other main river crossing of the track was another across the East Baines River, the second crossing dropping down a near vertical bank into marshy swamp and finally across the river.  Both our hearts were pumping in unison as we dropped down the bank, amazing that neither the bull bar or rear bumper didn’t end up buried in the track!  We made a slight detour to a spot 10 kilometers down a side road called Drover’s Rest, a favorite resting stop for drovers pushing cattle north to the slaughterhouses at Wyndham.  It was along the Drover’s Rest side track that we came across the biggest red kangaroo either of us has ever seen.  He was well beyond six feet tall when standing up, puffing his chest out at us to let us know we were on his turf.  If the two females with him hadn’t hopped off into the bush I imagine he would have stood there all day letting us know who’s boss!  Unfortunately I couldn’t get my camera out quickly enough for a shot of him.

We’d planned to stay the night at Drover’s Rest but the campsite was located next to a murky, stagnant section of a tributary of the East Baines River and we thus decided to push on toward Timber Creek.  Our last night in Gregory we’re spending alongside the Victoria River west of Timber Creek, a nice campsite in the north-western reach of the National Park called Big Horse Creek (S15°37.753′ E130°28.510′).  We almost lost our dinner to the eagle pictured to the right, we left it out to thaw in the afternoon sun and I turned around to see the huge bird swoop and almost pick up our roo steaks with its talons!  I dropped in a yabbie pot in the Victoria River (pictured to the left here) overnight tonight, fingers crossed for some cherabin in the morning.  Off to Keep River tomorrow, likely our last stop in the Northern Territory before making our way across the border into Western Australia.  We’ve been eating vegetables and nuts like crazy since restocking a few days ago in Katherine as we recently discovered that the quarantine station into Western Australia confiscates all fresh fruits, vegetables, nuts and honey!

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One of our main stops up north is Kakadu National Park, one of Australia’s most famous attractions and (I think) the only site listed as a World Heritage Area for both natural and cultural features.  Kakadu is massive, it’s a third the size of Tasmania, and even though only a measly 3% is open to visitors we still took almost a week to explore all its wonders. 

With The Tank laden with two full fuel tanks, 85 liters of water and enough food for a few weeks we left my cousins Margot and Sophie in Darwin on Sunday morning, headed for Kakadu.  We made our way to the town of Jabiru in the northeastern corner of the park; Jabiru is a fully-functioning town with banks, a post office, supermarket and even a Holiday Inn built in the shape of a huge crocodile.  More than one person recommended to us that we should spend a night at the Kakadu Lodge caravan park in Jabiru, it was certainly camping in style.  The caravan park offers grassy camping areas (something that’s a bit of a luxury in the Northern Territory), a beautiful pool set amongst tropical palms, a bar that’s open between 4:00PM and 10:00PM as well as live music during the evenings in the dry season.  We setup camp and made the roughly six kilometer walk between Kakadu Lodge and the Bowali Visitor Center, passing through an active controlled burn area on the way and earning a swim in the pool before dinner.  As well as everything from chicken breasts to kangaroo steaks from Darwin’s Fannie Bay Meat Company we still had a few vacuum packed scotch fillets from Adelaide so dined on them sliced up over spinach salad (fresh fruit and vegetables is also a luxury for us when we’re near large towns with supermarkets).

We headed out early from Kakadu Lodge, heading to the most northeastern section of Kakadu to view the Aboriginal art sites at Ubirr.  We took a quick stroll around the Bardedjildji Walk loop along the eerie Alligator River, being rewarded with some fantastic views of the sandstone escarpments along the edges of the path.  We’d also planned to take the 6.5 kilometer Sandstone and River Bushwalk from the end of the Bardedjildji Walk for supposed good views of the Arnhem Land escarpment but the track was unfortunately closed due to major bridge damage during the most recent wet season.  We’ve found (the hard way) that we need to complete any morning activities by around 10:30AM up here in the Top End, otherwise the heat and humidity become just unbearable.  We finished our morning walk and made our way to the Ubirr art sites for a leisurely stroll through the painted gorge.  Some of the paintings are thought to be around 2000 years old, very cool to see all the Aboriginal art in its natural setting.  The end of the Ubirr art loop walk makes its way to a lookout providing excellent views of Arnhem Land and the sandstone escarpments hemming the wetlands.  It really gave us a feel for Kakadu from the lookout, red and yellow sandstone rocks overlooking lush green wetlands below. 

The plan was to spend our next night at Merl campground near Ubirr, but when we arrived we discovered that the campsites were located in thick, humid jungle brimming with flies and mosquitoes.  So we kept moving and made our way to the Muirella Park campground next to Djarradjin Billabong.  The Muirella Park campground is run by a local Aboriginal family who also operate night spotlight tours cruising the billabong as well as Aboriginal nature talks.  I tried my hand at fishing for barramundi again at Djarradjin, but all I ended up doing is losing one of my lures to a shoreline tree.  Very eerie fishing up here, I was very careful to stay at least 10 feet from the water’s edge, you never know what’s lurking just below the surface!  After spending the heat of the day laying low at Muirella Park, we ventured back up the road to Burrunggui and Anbangbang for some more Aboriginal artwork and a view of the Arnhem Land escarpment in the sunset.  Burrunggui and Anbangbang are the Aboriginal names for Nourlangie Rock, a lone standing piece of the escarpment on the edge of Arnhem Land.  The local people request that Burrunggui and Anbangbang be used to describe the area, so that’s what we’ve used here instead of Nourlangie.  The artwork at Anbangbang was fantastic, a great deal of the x-ray style Aboriginal rock painting for which Kakadu is so famous.  It’s thought that the artwork at Anbangbang is approximately 1000 years old, only half the age of that at Ubirr.  Anbangbang’s artwork has been maintained fantastically, some of the paintings are still very clear on the sandstone walls.  The caves housing the Anbangbang paintings are thought to have provided sanctuary for the local Aboriginal people for over 20000 years!  We hiked up to the lookout at Nawurlandja for a view of Burrunggui and Anbangbang during the late afternoon sun, some beautiful views of Burrunggui and Anbangbang as well as the distant southern extension of the Arnhem Land plateau.

Sticking with our plan to complete any strenuous activity before around 10:30AM each day, we took a morning walk into Gubara Pools on Tuesday starting around 8:00AM.  The temperature was perfect for the six kilometer out-and-back walk through a sandy creek bed to the monsoon forest at Gubara.  Gubara is one of the few places at the base of the Arnhem Plateau with permanent water that doesn’t have estuarine crocodiles, so we felt comfortable walking through the forest next to the water’s edge.  The pool edges were hopping with the rocket frogs we first encountered at Nitmiluk and I spotted a couple of huge catfish making their way through the water.  Throughout the monsoon forest at Gubara were sections of two meter high debris wrapped around tree trunks and boulders, one of the most vivid demonstrations of the massive amounts of water that must flow through the rivers in Kakadu during the wet season.  For the entire Gubara hike we were both amazed at the early morning bird choir throughout the bush, amazingly loud and so many different tunes.  Most of the time the singers were hidden, however, so we had to enjoy the chorus without having too much of an idea from whom it was coming.

While our camp at Muirella Park was quite comfortable, we decided that the extra $5 a night for a campsite with access to a pool was worth it in the heat, so for the next two nights we shacked up at Gagudju Lodge Cooinda.  It’s not much of a lodge, it’s basically a highly concentrated caravan park and headquarters of the famous Yellow Waters tours, but the unpowered campsites were quite hospitable located in the bush at the rear of the property with access to the main lodge’s pool.  On Tuesday we spent a couple of hours during the heat of the afternoon lounging by the pool (yes, I love the pool) before taking a sunset tour of the Yellow Waters billabong and South Alligator River.  The cruise was amazing!  Our tour guide Robin was fantastic, an absolute wealth of information not only on the history of Kakadu but also on all the animal and bird species we encountered during our two hour sunset trip.  As Lisa’s mum commented to us (she was at Yellow Waters a few years ago), the cruise is very much like a Disneyland ride; from gigantic estuarine crocodiles to majestic white-breasted sea eagles, everywhere we looked offered a new and wonderful animal to behold.  To all the people that recommended to us that we undertake a Yellow Waters tour, thank you very much!

Wednesday we made the trip into Jim Jim and Twin Falls, probably the two most famous waterfalls in Kakadu National Park.  A short drive from Cooinda is the turn-off to the Jim Jim Falls 4WD track, a 50 kilometer corrugated dirt road followed by a further 10 kilometers of 4WD track.  The final 10 kilometers were a lot of fun, the track was definitely 4WD only, a mix of deep sand, rocks and quite a few river crossings.  Unfortunately Jim Jim Falls had already run dry for the season, the massive falls just a trickle, but the swimming pools at the base of the falls hemmed in by huge cliffs were quite a sight.  We were contemplating hiking to the top of Jim Jim Falls, allegedly a strenuous seven kilometer hike, but after talking to a guide we ran into on the Jim Jim Falls hiking trail we instead decided to make the drive to Twin Falls and hike to the top of them instead.  The Twin Falls track was another 10 kilometers of sand and water bars, with the longest water crossing of the day.  At 50 centimeters deep, however, it didn’t get out hearts racing like our crossing in Litchfield.  The hike to the top of Twin Falls ended up being quite strenuous, it was only a couple of kilometers to the top but we attempted it during the heat of the day so were pretty drained by the time we reached the pools.  It was well worth it, we found a pool to ourselves and spent plenty of time cooling off.  We didn’t actually get to see the falls at Twin Falls: they’re located at the end of a long plunge pool that is inhabited by estuarine crocodiles, the only way to see the falls is in a boat.  Lisa drove back to the camp and gave us both quite a start when we attempted the longest creek crossing without 4WD low-range engaged properly.  It’s no fun when you’re motoring through a crocodile-infested river and you hear a clunk, followed by your vehicle starting to shudder to a stop.  Luckily we quickly realized what had happened and re-engaged the drive-train before losing all our momentum.  Lisa was physically shaking at the end of that crossing, not quite her hyperventilation-at-the-sight-of-a-snake trick from Turkey, but she was definitely a little shaken up!  Our neighbors at the campsite at Cooinda offered us fresh-baked pumpkin damper scones on our return to camp, couldn’t have asked for a better way to end a long day of hiking and 4WD tracks…

Today, our last full day in Kakadu, we left our luxurious caravan park at Cooinda and continued south to the waterfall at Maguk (Barramundi Gorge).  Located 12 kilometers off the main road along an unsealed road, Maguk’s falls are a quick walk through the monsoon forest from the end of the driving track.  Unlike Jim Jim, Maguk’s falls were flowing with plenty of water, though we didn’t stop for a swim as we had ground to cover before reaching our resting place for the night at Gunlom.  Gunlom was recommended to us by my cousin Margot, located 37 kilometers off the main road along a very corrugated dirt road that crossed a number of (currently dry) creeks.  One of the creeks had water depth markers up to four meters, if anyone knows a vehicle that can tackle a water crossing with water four meters deep please let us know!  The campsite at Gunlom is located right next to the falls, unfortunately the falls there had also exhausted themselves for the dry season.  The facilities at Gunlom have a fantastic grassy day use area shaded by gums next to the falls’ plunge pool.  Maintaining our wariness about swimming in pools at the base of the Arnhem Land escarpment, we hiked the kilometer or so to the top of the falls and were rewarded with the best swimming holes we’d encountered in Kakadu.  A series of four or five pools are located at the top of Gunlom, bordered by trees for shade and plenty of cliffs to launch off for those so inclined.  An hour cooling off at the top of the falls was a great way to cap off our stay in Kakadu.

From here we’ll probably take a day or two in Katherine getting a couple of minor issues with The Tank checked out before heading west to Gregory National Park.  I’m glad we allotted a week to spend in Kakadu, the place really is massive and requires a good amount of time to take it all in.  It has everything you could ask for in the Top End: wetlands, billabongs, waterfalls, Aboriginal art, and some of the most amazing wildlife we’ve seen on our travels thus far.  That Yellow Waters boat tour is something neither of us will ever forget, being able to get six feet from a wild 18 foot long estuarine crocodile (we were in a boat, of course) was a pretty unforgettable experience.

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We’re just about to finish up a very fun week-and-a-half stay in Darwin with my auntie, uncle and cousins.  It’s been a little luxurious for us, being able to enjoy their wonderful home in Fannie Bay after getting used to living out of The Tank as we traversed the country from Adelaide.  Margot, my middle cousin of the three girls in the Hudson family, proved to be a fantastic tour guide during our time in Darwin, showing us all the sites of Darwin from the mangroves of East Point to the best bars and clubs in the city center.  We enjoyed spending time at a few of the many street markets Darwin has to offer, the Mindil Beach markets on Thursdays and Parap Markets on Saturdays were two we visited during our time here.  The markets were a lot of fun, more food stalls and local artists than one can imagine, it was difficult for us to decide what ethnicity of food to eat with all the choices.  We also enjoyed the once-monthly Indian night held at Mindil Beach, the regular markets transforming into Indian- and Sri Lankan-only cuisine for the event.  So many scrumptious curries to choose from! 

A few days after we arrived my youngest cousin Sophie arrived in town fresh from finishing her final university exams in Adelaide.  Her boyfriend Richie, in town from his job in Jakarta to celebrate his 30th birthday, had a function at the Deck Bar in the city where we met the girls for a night out on the town.  They gave us quite the tour of Darwin drinking holes: after the Deck Bar we moved to Wisdom and finished the night up at the Tap Bar.  Never one to dismiss a late night bakery I also sampled the fare at Tommo’s Pies in Mitchell Street around 2:00AM, Lisa deciding to join the party for her favorite spinach and cheese roll.  The Tap Bar offered quite hefty cocktails (Margot and Lisa are pictured enjoying one below), they’re called fishbowls and are probably the size of a human head, definitely a good way get in the mood for the night!  Lisa slotted in like an older sister with the girls and I haven’t spent any significant time with either of them since I was a teenager, so it was great to catch up with them both here in Darwin on their home turf.  It was unfortunate that my oldest cousin Amy couldn’t be here with us all as well, but she’s off conquering the world with Ernst and Young in Zurich so we’ll have to catch up with her and her boyfriend Andy at another time. 

One of the other attractions we enjoyed whilst using Darwin as a base for the past week-and-a-half is the Deckchair Cinema, located on the water’s edge just below the city center.  The cinema is an outdoor establishment set in the tropical palms of the Darwin waterfront, rows of deckchairs set up facing a large outdoor cinema screen.  With surround sound, a licensed bar and what looked to be quite scrumptious food, we enjoyed watching a movie there so much that we’re going back tonight for a second helping.  The first flick we saw was an Aussie claymation feature called Mary and Max, a sometimes serious but also very funny story about an unlikely couple: an Australian girl from a broken home named Mary and her Jewish New Yorker pen friend Max, who happens to have Aspergers Syndrome.  Definitely worth a watch, the animation is fantastic and characters are a real hoot.

We’ve both really enjoyed Darwin, spending time with my family has been great and it’s been nice to have a few days to just sit and relax.  We even managed to go jogging around East Point a few mornings when we rose before the humidity started to kick in.  It’s been a great base for a trip to Litchfield National Park as well as a day trip over to Mandorah.  The sunsets up here have been fantastic and the ease of getting around is like nothing we’ve experienced before when it comes to a capital city.  As a send off my auntie and uncle took us all out for dinner for my 30th birthday at Yots Greek Taverna in Cullen Bay.  Some of the best Greek food we’ve ever had, and the oysters flown up from Coffin Bay in South Australia, shucked in front of us, were delectable.  We’ll be sad to leave Darwin but The Outback awaits so it’s time to repack The Tank and get moving again tomorrow morning.  We’ve done quite a shopping run this afternoon and yesterday we had enough meat vacuum packed to feed an army, so should be set now for a few weeks as we make our way across to Kununurra via Kakadu and Gregory National Parks.

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A couple of hours drive south of Darwin lies Litchfield National Park, where we spent that last few days enjoying all the waterfalls and swimming holes the park has to offer.  Litchfield’s main attraction is surely it’s array of waterfalls, Florence and Wangi Falls being the main two cascades due to their ease of access for day trippers from Darwin.  The falls in Litchfield flow all year round, fed by sandstone springs that absorb the wet season rains and empty during the dry.  The spring-fed nature of the falls results in almost all of the falls being permanently saltwater crocodile free, a welcome trait given some of the warning signs we’ve seen elsewhere in the Top End.

We entered through the southern Batchelor entrance, stopping off at Florence Falls for a swim on the way to our first night’s campsite.  After our swim we veered off the main Litchfield Road to tackle a 10 kilometer 4WD track to the Lost City, towering remnants of stone from an ancient time when the area around Litchfield was covered with sandstone.  The ancient pillars that remain appear uncannily like ruins of a city, an eerie place to walk through in the middle of the jungle.  Further down the road we veered into the parking lot at the trailhead to Tolmer Falls; Tolmer was probably the most majestic of all the falls we visited.  Tolmer Falls are closed to visitors, however, as an endangered species of bat inhabit the surrounding cliffs and human interference would threaten their habitat. 

Our goal for the first night was the Sandy Creek Campground at Tjaynera Falls, approximately 10 kilometers down a 4WD track from the main sealed Litchfield Park Road.  Throughout our travels so far 4WD tracks have often involved corrugations, boulders, sharp shale and the odd creek crossing.  The 4WD track into Tjaynera Falls, however, allowed us to test out The Tank in a true-blue Top End water crossing.  A bit of a baptism by fire: the crossing into the falls was an 80 centimeter deep, crocodile-infested swamp around 50 meters in length!  Our venerable 4WD instructor Tom Brown suggested we walk all water crossings before attempting them and try not to cross waterways deeper than the bottom of our air filter (even though The Tank has a snorkel).  At 80 millimeters we were okay with the latter air filter depth requirement, but neither Lisa or I were about to wade through the murky, croc-infested creek to check the stability of the track.  So windows down and 4WD low range engaged we motored across the creek praying that all of The Tank’s seals were ship shape, at the same time hoping we didn’t see any red eyes glistening at us from up- or down-stream.  True to form, The Tank handled the crossing with ease, we could both practically hear each other’s heartbeats as we exited the swamp, full of adrenaline declared our christening deepwater crossing a victory.  We learned later the next day that an unfortunate traveler attempting the creek after us in a smaller rig without an air snorkel had water enter the engine through the air filter and was stuck in the middle of the creek with an hydraulically seized engine.  They had to sit in the vehicle waiting to be towed out by park staff later in the evening.  No thank you!  The photo above was snapped by Lisa as we were crossing the swamp on our way out from the campsite this morning, and the one here to the right is a shot of a Land Rover tackling the water after we’d successfully made it out.

Tjaynera Falls was worth the drive, a majestic waterfall emptying into a huge plunge pool at its base.  We hiked the couple of kilometers into the falls from the packed Sandy Creek campground, whilst swimming I asked others in the falls if we could share their campsite for the night as the campground was full when we arrived.  We found a friendly couple that was amiable to our company, which was quite lucky as leaving Sandy Creek late in the day would have meant crossing our croc-infested waterway in the dark to find a campsite at Wangi Falls!  We spent an hour or two swimming at Tjaynera before heading back to Sandy Creek for the night, crystal clear water and such a relief from the humidity.

We’d planned to meet my cousins, Sophie and Margot, at Tjaynera Falls on our second day in Litchfield, but we didn’t think they’d be up to the creek crossing described above so left Sandy Creek early to head them off on the other side of the waterway.  On the way out of Tjaynera Falls we stopped to snap some shots of Litchfield’s magnetic termite mounds, named for their north-south orientation.  The mounds are constructed facing the poles to regulate their temperature during the hotter months of the year, they were quite a sight, the ones pictured here are at least six feet tall.  We also stopped off next to the most gargantuan of the regular termite mounds we’ve seen during our travels thus far, the one pictured here to the left towering over The Tank, even with Lisa standing on top of the bull bar!

We had a bit of time to spare before heading-off my cousins so we drove up the road to the Wangi Falls campsite to stake out a sleeping spot for the night.  Lucky we did so as we nabbed one of the last spots, unfortunate campers filtering through for the rest of the day eyeing off our pad with wanting eyes as they realized they’d have to motor out of the National Park to sleep at one of the distant caravan parks.  After hooking up with my cousins, our first ‘house guests’ for the Australian portion of our trip, we spent the day frolicking in the pool at the base of Wangi Falls.  Another one the Litchfield’s more popular falls, the swimming area was very busy for most of the afternoon, the cool water a welcome relief from the heat and humidity.  Lamb chops for dinner and a fun evening of board games had us in bed around 9:00PM.

This morning we had a gourmet brekky of bacon and eggs, packed up relatively early and headed off for a morning swim at Buley Rockhole.  Lisa and I tried to stop off at Buley during our first day in Litchfield but the parking lot was full so we had to jot it down for a later visit.  Our early morning arrival today ensured the parking lot was almost empty and we managed to secure one of the many swimming holes for ourselves for the entire morning.  I think Buley was my favorite swimming spot in the park, it doesn’t boast the picturesque falls of many of the other attractions at Litchfield, but the cascading water forms a plethora of deep swimming holes along the creek and is absolutely beautiful.  I spotted a large water monitor (that’s a big swimming goanna for you northerners) sunning itself next to our pool, something I’d been on the lookout for during our days in Litchfield, so I was excited to finally see one.  It was too quick for the camera though, swimming up the Buley cascades with ease at the sign of my approach.  We spent a few hours in the seclusion of our Buley swimming hole before packing up and heading back to Darwin.  Litchfield, what an amazing place, I doubt there are many places on the planet with such an array of picturesque waterfalls and swimming holes.  Definitely worth the visit!