Mataranka and Daly Waters
After leaving Kakadu we were quickly back on the Stuart
Highway or the track as it is known and reluctantly heading south. We passed
through the small town of Pine Creek where Jim had camped on route to Darwin a
long time ago before heading to Katherine for supplies. Katherine is great, it
has the cheapest fuel in the Territory, it has a Woollies and the bottleshops
open at 2pm due to community issues. The latter is not great when you want a carton of beer
and a couple of bottles of wine at 11am because you are on the road, but we
will survive. Perhaps?
Alas they sell beer in Mataranka 100 km to the south so we
survived. Arriving in Mataranka we set
up the van, got the bikes off and headed for Bitter Springs 300m from our park.
Bitter Springs are thermally fed springs
with crystal clear water, a constant 33degrees
in temperature underneath palm trees. The
process is simple, hop in with your thongs and noodle (optional), drift in the
current for a couple of hundred metres, soak your tired muscles, look for
turtles and then walk back 70m and do it again. All too easy.
Drifting down Bitter Springs on the lookout for turtles.
Bitter Springs
Wednesday also saw us catch up with Jim and Linda Henderson
for the final time. Jim and Linda lived in Jurien Bay for a long time and were
there when we spent a year there in 2004. Travelling
works in funny ways. Jim H thought he saw Jim M is Broome, Jim M
thought he saw Linda in Derby from a distance. We ran into each other At El Questro, Katherine, Litchfield, Darwin, Kakadu and Mataranka. They are heading to Melbourne to see their
daughter and we are off to Queensland. Hopefully we will catch up with them in WA
when we return as they are great company.
Our second day saw Jim and Kurt head to the springs early
and were rewarded with 8 turtles spotted in the first run. Later we visited Mataranka Thermal Pools which
were not as nice as Bitter Springs but still worth the visit. The bats and
sprinklers were of great interest to the kids.
Mataranka Thermal pool, with concrete sides
Still a nice place to relax.
The resident bats at Mataranka Thermal pool. They stink and are very noisy and there are about 100 trees full of them.
That evening Jim, Kurt and Will headed to the river for one last chance for a Territory Barra. Kurt snagged the Gold Bomber (lure) in the tree on the opposite bank and it was as good as lost. The river is croc free but after 5 weeks of treating any river with deep mistrust and 4 days after the East Alligator croc fest, one is a little unsure. Earlier in the day Jim swam out to collect a lure from a tree rather nervously. Thankfully, Jim had come to his senses and was not swimming at 5.30 in the evening. Will said ‘lets use the boat’ - the overturned very small dingy on the bank covered in lots of branches. So with Will and Kurt paddling with palm leaves we crossed the river and saved the gold bomber. Boys adventures don’t get any better.
Mataranka Thermal pool, with concrete sides
Still a nice place to relax.
The resident bats at Mataranka Thermal pool. They stink and are very noisy and there are about 100 trees full of them.
That evening Jim, Kurt and Will headed to the river for one last chance for a Territory Barra. Kurt snagged the Gold Bomber (lure) in the tree on the opposite bank and it was as good as lost. The river is croc free but after 5 weeks of treating any river with deep mistrust and 4 days after the East Alligator croc fest, one is a little unsure. Earlier in the day Jim swam out to collect a lure from a tree rather nervously. Thankfully, Jim had come to his senses and was not swimming at 5.30 in the evening. Will said ‘lets use the boat’ - the overturned very small dingy on the bank covered in lots of branches. So with Will and Kurt paddling with palm leaves we crossed the river and saved the gold bomber. Boys adventures don’t get any better.
The next day we made the trek to Daly Waters and it’s
historical pub. Daly Waters was once a
communication and air travel hub in the Northern Territory. Now it has a pub
with lots of stuff hanging from the roof and walls and pretty good meals. The bloke who owns it is smart enough to not
change for kids at the caravan park. The
result of this is that families eat at
his reasonably priced pub with great meals as well as heaps of other tourists. We loved our meals, especially Jordy and Kurt
who had Barra and Chicken burgers slightly smaller than their heads and Chrissy
who enjoyed her barramundi. Today would
have been Chrissy’s Dad’s Birthday, so we had a “Cheers to Pop” in the Daly Waters Pub that Nana and Pop had
visited several times. This is a place not to miss if even for the
relaxed atmosphere and corny stuff on the pub walls.
Tomorrow we head for Queensland.
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