Friday, July 15, 2016

Wednesday 6 July 2016
Spent the last few days in Jabiru, Darwin and Katherine in the Northern Territory (NT). At Jabiru went for a Cultural river boat ride that is run by the Aboriginals. Learned much about their culture and saw some salt water Crocs. There are signs all over that warn not to enter the water and stand away from the shore line. The bottom of the campground fence is cemented into the ground as the salty’s will dig under fence in search for a snack.
In Darwin I visited the WW2 Museum. Quite extensive with all usual things you find at WW2 Memorials. From an Americans view I was pleased to see the Aussies recognition of our help with their war effort against the Japanese.
Later that same night at a Caravan park where an Independence Day celebration was being held I ran into a couple of fellow Americans. Both well lubricated with Aussie beer. After a bit of talking I discovered they were both US Marines. One was from close to Hastings. I will not mention names here to protect the innocent: When they learned I was Irish they wanted to do was shake hands. Claimed he was Company Commander but politely refused to discuss what he was doing here. His friend was silent about anything. Made the evening more interesting at least
Katherine was a drive through town. Have seen a lot of Aboriginal people in the Northern Territory. In  Tennant Creek, Katherine and Darwin many are seen on the main streets of town congregating  anywhere there is shade and a place to sit down.
Monday night I stayed at a small Caravan Park just west of Katherine. Got to gabbing with a gal, Tina was her name. We wound up chatting through sunset and into the night. Shared a lot of info and learned we had a bit in common. Including right hand thumbs that were healing from what appeared to be encounters with a hammer. Tina looked at me seriously and declared “this is scary”. I thought so too.
Saw her again the next morning and we parted with a hug and exchange of emails. Tina is best described as one that I would bring home to meet Mom. She is a young chick, only 68.
Drove to Kununurra Yesterday, booked a flight on a tour of the Kimberlies, spent a restful night, got my oil changed and wrote this note.
As an Aussie would say: See ya Later!.

Pat    
















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