My Left Thong

From Darwin, we headed for Mary River National Park, just west of Kakadu NP. On the way we got talking to a young German fella who I understood to be a roofing specialist until I worked out he was in fact talking about Woofing work, where backpackers receive board and meals in exchange for a few hours of hard labour. He found little humour in my misunderstanding. Here is Lisa, cruising for crocs on the Mary River - apparently the most heavily populated in the world.

Mary River Park offered us an opportunity to sit, snooze and read for a few days. Cooking in our little stove and really slow down. The air was clean, the birds prolific, and despite Lisa's insistence on my recording all wildlife in a leather-bound botany workbook, I was at a loss to accurately identify exactly what kind of birds as I left my copy of "What Bird is That?" on my bedside table at home.







On a romantic walk around from the campsite, we stopped on the bridge to look for more crocs:

It was all very peaceful until I dropped my left oriental workboot:

I wasn't prepared to retrieve it. Neither was my 'laugh in the face of danger' traveling companion:

Yeah, take my photo, funny girl, I loved that thong: