Early this morning, we were both awoken by the howling of a dingo, it sounded nearby but we opted not to get up and look for it. (all babies were accounted for upon sunrise) But Matt did get up in time to watch the sun rise and take more photos at Karlu Karlu. We headed off early, as we had another 500 or so kilometres to drive today. We did encounter some hills and bends though but it was an easy drive, and again we found it to be quite green and there was still water in some creeks. Wattle and a few other natives were flowering, so it was quite pretty as well. We had been conserving water in the bus, not knowing when we would next fill up; so to be saving water, I decided to shave my legs with a bowl of water, whilst we were driving along. So I got a bowl of water, a towel and my razor and shaved my legs. Then I thought, no one can see me as we drive along, so I decided to shave my armpits too. I took my top off and proceeded to do my left side, and then as I turned my head and body to do the right side, I notice this 4WD was overtaking us.😱 The female front passenger was nodding her head, presumably to acknowledge that she liked the Clipper, and not because she saw me in my black bra shaving my armpits!! (I wondered why she looked t me strangely as they went past.) I am just telling myself, that if she had realised what I was doing, that I gave her something to smile and talk about with the driver of the vehicle, and with any luck, if we see them again, that she won't recognise me. (no photos of all that sorry)
We stopped at Elliot for lunch, and a local council worker, came and told us how he was last in a Clipper, when he was 5 years old, (he wasn't 5 anymore) to be taken to Mt Isa for medical checks. He was thrilled to see them again. Elliot is a town that has about 3 streets off the main highway, a park, 3 servos (one derelict) two general stores (one derelict), a pub (derelict) and more broken cars in peoples front yards than there are people in the town. oh and a police station, though i couldn't tell if it was derelict cause police residences in this part of the NT are built like prisons where the guards live on the inside. over all, its a run down old town but the people were friendly , but the town had seen its best. probably in the 60's.
We arrived in Daly Waters, in the early afternoon, and found a queue into the campgrounds of the iconic Daly Waters Pub. Fortunately, we were able to still secure a site for the night. We headed out to explore the tiny town and went through the motor museum and saw many quirky and historic vehicles either fully restored or in the process of being restored. There was all sorts of other things around the site, like helicopter shells, Cessna plane shells, and a live freshwater crocodile named Kevin! Later we saw a couple of friendly donkeys and horses just strolling around town. The Daly Waters pub is infamous for having people leave behind items and have them stuck up on the walls, including business cards, bras, thongs, badges, polaroid photos and more. It is also famous for serving a beef and barra dinner, which Matt, David and Brenda enjoyed. The place was very full, as the peak travel season is starting to get under way. Matt and I felt young and in the minority, (kill me if i wear a "i'd rather be in my caravan" tshirt) though there were a couple of young families and young adults there. The trillion flies seem to have been left behind at Karlu Karlu and the weather is starting get a fair bit warmer. The roads have got rougher too, but we are looking forward to more amazing things to come.
i had a truckie compliment us on the busses as he went the other way over the CB radio, i told him that we had left sydney specifically with the intention of showing them to him this morning, so that he had something interesting to look at on this part of his drive. "ah very good" he said.
😒The thanks you get sometimes...
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