The Savannah Way – Cairns to Darwin
Friday 17th to Saturday 25th June
The well-known Savannah Way is the “top” route from Cairns, roughly following the Gulf of Carpentaria, and is paved to Normantown but with further sections mostly unpaved. It is 2468 km if one travels the full route, but we had to choose the most direct as we were now short of time due to all our unexpected mechanical adventures – we had a plane to catch in Darwin, and we assumed they wouldn’t wait for us.
The other main route, The Overlanders Way, is much further south via the huge mining area of Mt Isa, and is fully paved; however the Savannah Way is able to be driven by 2-wheel vehicles if one is careful and takes note of the water levels: the hundreds of kilometres of unpaved sections also include many creek crossings, quite a few of which still had plenty of water when we drove through them.
Cairns to Normantown
We stocked up with a few items as we knew prices would rise as we headed into the interior; once again we drove up to the Atherton Tablelands via Kurunda and our usual fuel top-up; and had the doubtful pleasure of watching the mist and rain sweeping in across the valley when we stopped to see one of the wind farms. The shape of the trees clearly indicated why that site had been chosen. We decided to drive as much as possible in the first few days, in order to have time later to sightsee; hence we didn’t stop at the hot springs of Innot. Once we left the Tablelands and descended past Mt Garnet, the weather became drier, and the traffic became non-existent. We saw our first “road-train” signs, but didn’t meet any of the extra-long truck-and-trailer combinations. The first night was spent in a large layby in the company of another couple of campers; there was not a lot of choice as there were few other stopping places, and the rain caught up with us overnight.
The next morning we drove to Undara Volcanic National Park, to visit the lava tubes and the Crater. The tubes (tunnel-like remnants of the lava flow, some extending over 100km, although only a tiny section is open to the public) were rather expensive, so we decided to just go on a few walks in the area, and visit the Crater. There is an unpaved road to the base, and a further moderate 1.5km walk around the crater, with great views of the flat expanse of mostly dirt surrounding it: the savannah grasslands that gave the route its name.
Due to our time pressure, we were unable to make the popular unpaved detour to fossick in Agate Creek or visit the privately-owned and also rather expensive Cobbold George; our next stop was only 40 or so km later at Mount Surprise. This is the start of the fossicking areas, where one can obtain a license to go gemstone and agate hunting – topaz, quartz,garnets and aquamarines are some of the semi-precious gems in the area. I had fun visiting the Gem Den, a cafe/shop stocking lots of polished and unpolished stones while Guido entertained himself replacing and repairing a bolt and fixing that had practically worn through from all our washboarding and bumpy roads.
In Georgetown I went to see the most comprehensive (as opposed to largest) private collection of minerals, fossils and gemstones in Australia – TerrEstrial, the Ted Elliot Mineral Collection. It was pretty amazing, especially some of the nuggets. I wouldn’t mind paying excess luggage charges for those…
There was a free camp at Cumberland Chimney about 20km further out of town, but this was obviously a very popular stop so we elected to continue to Croydon as I’d found out it was time for the Annual Poddy Dodgers Festival! Croydon was once the third largest town in Queensland thanks to its vast gold fields, but that was back in the late 19th Century. It is also the start (or finish) of the Historic Gulflander Train, which offers return trips to Normantown although it wasn’t running when we were there as it only arrives on Wednesdays and departs on Thursdays. One of their other claims to fame is having the second largest pig oven in the southern hemisphere. Who knew? This and the remains of a Temple are part of their Chinese Heritage, as there were lots of Chinese settlers arriving with the goldrush.
Due to the Poddy Dodgers, Croydon offered free camping at the Showgrounds, so we stayed there which made it very easy to see the various events. A brief storm brought rain and heavy wind, but it soon cleared and the rodeo went ahead with live music and most people fully dressed in their western gear. There was a street parade (tooting old-time tractors being the highlight) that we just caught the end of before the rain arrived; and then once it cleared we went over to watch the steer roping, horseriding skills, camp-oven competitions and bull-riding. One competitor had a nasty fall from a bucking bull who then tried to trample him, but the safety crew were quick to react and distract, and he walked off with only heavy bruising.
The live music continued until the early hours of the morning, but luckily the wind was blowing the sound away from us, so we were able to sleep.
Sunday morning was more of the same, including a children’s event where they tried to rope a metal steer pulled by a quad-bike, and more demonstrations of cattle lassoing. There was a large auction to follow, but we decided it was time to continue, so after lunch we detoured to the top of a nearby hill to see Lake Belmore. This is apparently a popular and well-used boating, fishing and picnicking spot, although camping is banned. The water level was pretty low when we were there, so there was not a lot to see.
We arrived in Normantown in the afternoon, after a pretty flat, uninteresting and empty drive. It is supposedly a major service centre but was pretty dead on a Sunday afternoon. We had some obligatory photos with a model of Krys the largest croc ever hunted and admired some old buildings in the main street, before visiting the library/visitor information just before it closed. Back in TC as I was reading one of the brochures, I realised we needed a permit to camp at their free site across the bridge – available from the library! Luckily the very friendly, helpful man re-opened to give us a free permit valid for 2 days. We continued on to the coastal resort town of Karumba – practically the only vehicle on the road, which was very flat as it crossed the extensive Muttonhole Wetlands (apparently internationally listed because of its birdlife). Of the quoted pelicans, brolgas and black swans we only saw brolgas (cranes) – and lots of dead eagles hit by vehicles as they fed on the abundance of kangaroo roadkill.
At the coast we discovered all the missing tourists: snowbirds camped at the two camping grounds which appeared nearly full, motels and hotels, and all the tourist tours one could need (fishing, croc-watching, sunset cruises etc.). Karumba Point is on the mouth of the Norman River, and a very popular crabbing and barramundi fishing spot; with prawn, crab and barramundi fishing industries. The popular Sunset Tavern was getting busy (despite city prices) and a bit touristy for us – we weren’t used to all the people, some of whom spend all winter there! We were rather hungry and hoping for a seafood meal – but they weren’t serving for another 2 hours and we were too hungry to wait. After a walk along the seafront, spotting sea eagles, we had a late lunch in TC before heading back towards Normantown.
The drive back was enlivened by dodging the many kangaroos having sudden suicidal urges to cross the road as we were passing; the sun was setting behind us, and as it was so flat it took ages, and spotlit the rising moon clearly. We also nearly hit an eagle – they get so engrossed in eating, they leave it quite late to fly away. It was just on dark as we found gravel track leading to the camping area by the river.
Normantown to Borroloola
The next morning we looked for a garage to fix the muffler support: $50 and an hour later we were able to take on more fuel and head off. The next stop was along a small 4wd track to Burke and Wills Camp 119 – these were famous Australian explorers who travelled here in 1861 while trying to reach the Gulf, but were stymied by the wetlands. This was their most northerly camp on their way west, as identified by ancient marked trees. They had left Melbourne six months earlier, and were running low on supplies: search parties had left to look for them but obviously this was a bit like looking for needles in a haystack, and only one of the party survived the return journey.
The Savannah way became narrower but was still paved and relatively flat. In sections the road is being widened, and will soon be just a normal highway. There were a number of causeways which obviously flood in the wet, but some had barely any water. The paving stopped but the road was still in reasonable condition; the scenery was not very exciting, with small stunted trees and dry earth occasionally over-populated with anthills either side of the road. It remained fairly narrow but there was not a lot of traffic; and the frequent dips to cross waterways were mostly dry. Our lunchstop was at Leichardt Falls; after a long concrete causeway with puddles remaining from a recent storm, the access road was bumpy and definitely easier with 4WD. We toyed with joining the other vehicles camping at this seemingly popular stop, but opted to drive a few miles further while we still had daylight.
An hour later, at 5pm we reached the smaller-than-expected town of Burketown. This is apparently known as the Barramundi Capital of Australia, the oldest town on the Gulf, and situated on the Albert River 25km from the Gulf of Carpentaria. Their wetlands are breeding grounds for crocodiles, birds, prawns and of course barramundi; the savannah to the south is home to kangaroos, emus and many other birds. However a year after being established the settlers were decimated by ‘Gulf Fever’ and it was evacuated in 1866, only being re-established in 1882. They have a cloud phenomenon occurring from September to November known as Morning Glory Clouds as they form a tubular roll that sweeps in from the Gulf. We found the most fascinating sight to be a steaming hot spring beside the road, full of colour from the minerals, and just flowing away into a boggy field. Popular with kangaroos, it was otherwise deserted. Anywhere else it would be redeveloped to a natural spa!
We couldn’t find the expected campsite by the river; we think it had been fenced off as private Aboriginal land, but found a quiet spot out by a historical marker, discovering old machines from a ‘Boiling Down Works’ that were in operation from 1867-1870 to render cattle for export.
The next morning we found the road to Domagee paved once more, although still quite narrow. There was a very long causeway just outside the Aboriginal town: the town itself is open to the public, and apparently has a very well-stocked subsidised supermarket which we unfortunately had no need of; the houses are considered private and require permission to visit. There was the remains of a flying fox previously used to ship goods across when the causeway was impassable, but we found the area spoilt by litter and fly-tipping.
After Domagee the road became unpaved once more, but freshly graded as they were again working to widen it and eventually pave it. We saw a few wrecks beside the road, stripped of anything useful including engines and left to rust; speed must have been involved in at least once accident as the car was upside down in a bog.
At the Hell’s Gate Roadhouse we stopped for coffee and cake – it is under new management and being renovated. It offers accommodation and has a cafe, but was also remarkable for the number of flies everywhere! There was a truck parked there whose trailer must have caught fire; sure enough we passed the trailer some kilometres further on. This was our last stop in Queensland, before we crossed over into the Northern Territory. The road became rougher with more frequent washboards and deep dips with a few streams to ford. There were some hills, bends and kangaroos to make life more exciting, with some interesting rock formations to look at. Our night spot was just after another creek crossing, in the company of a small camper.
The next day we reached Borroloola, a mainly aboriginal settlement that was a lot smaller than expected. As had happened so often before, we attempted to visit some tribal art galleries and other sights extolled in our brochures, but they were closed and not operational. The shopping centre consisted of two small supermarkets, a very local butchers (not too much attention to modern hygiene rules) and two takeaways. We took on more fuel after queueing up for a while; fuel is not that frequent on the road, or usually costs rather a lot, so is in demand in less rural places. We’d hoped to have a seafood lunch but again missed out as the recommended cafe was only serving in the evening. We continued on 50km out of town to the Caranbirini Conservation Reserve, a vastly under-rated area of amazing rock formations far superior to the more famous ‘Lost City’ in Litchfield National Park (which we visited a few months later).
There are a number of ‘Lost Cities’ in the area, some very extensive. After lunch we spent a good hour wandering around, the only visitors for most of it, admiring the gravity-defying trees growing seemingly out of rock. The formations are a result of eroded sandstone leaving weird and wonderful towers, with narrow passages, balancing tables and other shapes. The Aboriginals consider it a sacred site as there is the image of one of their Dreamtime birds apparent on one tower. There was a small lake with gorgeous brightly coloured lilies, and we saw a few geckos. The rangers were burning off some of the scrub but luckily had already burnt most of the parking area, although plenty of brush was still smouldering.
At the tiny settlement (hotel) of Cape Crawford, there is the option to continue on the unpaved Savannah Way via Lorella Springs and Roper Bar, with more ‘Lost Cities’ in Limmen National Park but unfortunately we had to take the faster paved route to Daly Waters and the Stuart Highway (the link between Adelaide in the south, and Darwin in the north). The paving became limited to a central lane, with noticeable drop-off either side. The trucks definitely had right of way! We were delayed a couple of times before we stopped for the night: the first by roadworks, the second much more interesting experience was caused by a huge muster. We saw the dust in the distance, and assumed it was another truck but it turned out to caused by a huge herd of cattle being driven towards us (we had passed a few corrals beside the road, for cattle loading). They were managing the herd with both horses and quad-bikes; we were pleased we saw the rodeo antics applied for real, and didn’t mind the 15 minute stop too much. A Ute behind us tried to ease through on the side, but they had to wait too – there were just too many cattle.
Our drive became a little difficult as there was still a way to go to the next layby; driving due west the setting sun shone straight into our eyes, and there were no places to pull-off. We finally reached a large level area, big enough to get far enough of the road to not be disturbed by the passing trucks.
Daly Waters to Darwin
Daly Waters is a much visited tourist spot: the historic pub (1930) is apparently multi-award-winning, featuring a bar, restaurant, accommodation, caravan park, heritage walks, and is near an old WWII aerodrome. We stopped in for a coffee and cake (we definitely need more work on our meal timing), and to admire the monetary notes from all over the world. Visitors have left all forms of ID pinned to the wall, plus the usual bras (this is Australia); one misguided tourist had even left their old passport. While we were there a convoy of about 6 class A motorhomes drove in, and we realised we were back in civilisation.
Mataranka is the next town heading north on the Stuart Highway: they have hot springs which we were keen to visit. Unfortunately they were also partially under repair, but still worth it, and they are free. It is a large complex, with a hotel/motel, caravan park and fast-food restaurant; luckily we arrived about 30 minutes before the bus-loads of teenagers there on school trips, so had time for a relaxing swim. After lunch we continued to the last available free rest area, about 50km from Katherine: there are limited overnight parking areas provided on the Stuart Highway between Katherine and Darwin as one is unable to pull off because of fencing or lack of roads, and the few existing tracks are private and/or fenced, but we were still surprised by the sheer number of campers already in situ when we reached King’s Rest Area around 5pm. We squeezed in under a tree, and couldn’t believe it when at least 10 other travellers also squeezed in before night fell. We chatted to a couple of fellow travellers, sharing a glass of wine and some home-made spirit with Glen and Miranda from the Sunshine Coast, before experiencing a noisy night. The truck trains tend to be more frequent at night, and quite a few passing vehicles thought it a laugh to honk their horns as they passed; hence we were back on the road by 8am the next morning.
They were busy burning off the brush either side of the highway which was interesting at times as we drove past with flames either side. Katherine was a pleasant place,the largest town we’d reached since Cairns. It is the fourth largest town in the Northern Territory, and situated on a major crossroads – we would be returning here to continue our journey west on our next leg. They have a very smart Visitor Information Centre promoting local artists, with lovely murals, and wonderful air-conditioning; even their shopping centre is air-conditioned! Very welcome after hours walking around in the heat, or driving with only our hatch and windows to provide a breeze.
We visited a well-known local artist’s studio and chose a small souvenir painting (which turned out to by a different artist from the Outback); another Aboriginal artist co-operative, MiMi Gallery, gave us the chance to see more local painters at work. Some of their paintings were amazing; but when there are hundreds of similar paintings, they seem to lose their individuality. A lot of the smaller paintings are rather similar, and could be produced on a production line, although hand-painted. We thought we’d try out Katherine’s hot springs too, despite the very hot weather. This was a more natural stream with a couple of ponds and a waterfall, albeit in a man-made canal; it was also due to be refurbished and upgraded so might lose some of its charm. There was a very popular pop-up cafe serving tasty food – see, if they serve food all day, we have no problems!
The sky was extremely hazy from all the smoke as hectares of scrub were being burnt, to try and reduce the bushfire risk in summer. After a brief pause for lunch in the satellite town of Pine creek, we started on our last lap to Darwin. There is no official free parking near Darwin, but we managed to find a large carpark near the racing track as dusk was falling, in what looked like temporary parking. We had an early morning wake-up when the trucks started at the nearby factory at 5am, but we weren’t too upset as we’d been attacked during the night in great numbers by tiny sandflies. It was so warm (around 30 degrees C) we’d been sleeping with all the windows open, and the fly screens aren’t the slightest deterrent to these nasty midges. Oh well, it meant we were able to reach the suburb of Parap nice and early in order to do a last wash so everything would be clean on our return.
Parap, besides having a laundromatte, is also the site for a weekly market on Saturdays; by being there so early we had no parking problems, and were entertained while the washing was being cleaned. Win-win. We had lunch there, after packing our bags, cleaning the inside of TC and generally preparing to leave it for a few months. Early afternoon we drove to the Cat Castle, also trading as Airport Car Park Storage ****. Jennie, who owns and runs the cattery, offers reasonable long-term parking in her garden behind her house. It is hidden away and very safe, so we were happy to leave TC there in her tender loving care, parked in half-shade (to keep solar panels happy) and next to other campers. Jennie kindly took us to the airport, where we caught our flight to Melbourne and then Europe via Doha, where we spent another summer at home. Our journey continued in September…
Cairns nach Darwin (Savannah Way) 17. – 25. Juni 2016
Wir übernachteten in Smithfield und verbrachten den Morgen dort um unsere Vorräte aufzufüllen bevor wir dann über Kuranda nach Mareeba fuhren. Das Tabelland war kühl und stark bedeckt. Wir hielten bei einer Windfarm an und verstanden, warum man sie hier errichtet hatte, es blies ein ordentlicher Wind und die Bäume hatten auch eine Schieflage davon.
Wir hatten etwas Regen in der Nacht und machten uns am Morgen auf und fuhren zu der Undara Lava Höhle. Die Höhle liegt auf privatem Land und kann nur mit einer Tour besichtigt werden. Da diese sehr teuer war, holten wir uns ein paar Informationen über Wanderwege entlang der alten Krater. Wir fuhren zurück und liefen den 1,5km langen Kraterweg des Kalkani Vulkans.
Der nächste Stop war Mount Surprice, ein Zentrum für Edelsteine. Hier kann man selbst sein Glück versuchen und nach wertvollen Steinen suchen oder schürfen. Wir sahen uns die Auslagen im Laden an und in Georgetown besuchte Paula die Edelsteinausstellung.
Gute Übernachtungsmöglichkeiten waren schwer zu finden, aber wir erfuhren von einem Rodeo, wo man kostenlos campen kann. In Croyden war die Poddy Doger Show für das Wochenende im Gange. Dies ist ein Rodeo mit verschiedenen Wettbewerben und Musik zur Unterhaltung. Campen war kostenlos und somit hatten wir Übernachtung und Unterhaltung. Am Abend gab es reiten auf dem Stier mit anschließender Livemusik, welche uns aber beim Schlafen nicht störte. Am Sonntag Morgen ging es weiter mit dem Wettbewerben. Das Einfangen von Rindern stand auf dem Programm. Die Anfänger und Jugendlichen übten an einer Metallkuh, die von einem Quaddy gezogen wurde. Später kam dann auch das richtige Lassoschwingen und Einfangen.
Zur Mittagszeit verließen wir das Rodeo und machten einen kurzen Abstecher zum Lake Belmore. Schöne Anlage für Picknick und Freizeit, aber kein camping.
Von hier fuhren wir weiter nach Normaton. Die Straße dorthin war in gutem Zustand, flach, wenig Verkehr und etwas langweilig. In Normaton Tourist Information holten wir uns eine kostenlose Campingerlaubnis, sodaß wir am Fluß Übernachten konnten. Der Ort hat eigentlich nichts zu bieten, nur daß hier das größte Krokodil erlegt worden sein sollte. Eine Nachbildung steht an der Hauptstraße.
Wir fuhren weiter nach Karumba an der Küste. Dies ist ein Touristenort mit Urlaubern und Anglern. Dies war nichts für uns und somit kehrten wir um und fuhren zurück nach Normaton für die Nacht. Auf dem Rückweg hatten wir einen herrlichen Sonnenuntergang und vielen Kängurus an der Straßenseite.
Am nächsten Morgen suchten wir eine Werkstatt auf, da die Auspuffaufhängung durch das viel Rütteln und Schütteln auseinander fiel. In einer Stunde und 50$ später hatten wir eine neue Aufhängung und machten uns weiter auf unsern Weg.
Unterwegs hielten wir am historischen Camp 119 von Burke & Wills an. Die beiden leiteten eine Expedition 1861 um das Outback zu erforschen und an die Küste zu gelangen, aber das Unternehmen endete nicht gut. Die Westeuropäer waren den Bedingungen im Outback nicht gewachsen.
Unsere Mittagspause verbrachten wir am Leichhardt Wasserfall. Eine etwas schwer zugängliche Gegend mit Felsen und Sand. Aber trotz des schlechten Zugangs, war es ein sehr beliebter Spot für Camper. Wir gingen aber weiter und erreichten Burketown mit seiner artesischen Quelle.
Auf der suche nach einer Übernachtungsmöglichkeiten trafen wir wieder auf eine historische Stelle. Diesmal waren Überreste einer Dampfmaschine und Anlagen zu sehn. Diese stammten von einer „Boiling Down Works“, einer Fabrik die 1867-1870 versuchte Rindfleisch einzukochen und zu exportieren, aber das Unternehmen scheiterte, wie so viele andre.
Die Straße nach Doomadee war geteert, danach begann die Piste wieder. Sie war eigentlich ganz gut, abgesehen von dem gelegentlichen Waschbrett-Stücken. Wir hielten an der Raststätte Hells Gate für eine kleine Pause an. Das Road House hat einen neuen Besitzer und ist / wird renoviert und bietet Unterkünfte und Essen an. Von hier überquerten wir die Landesgrenze von Queensland ins Northern Territory und fuhren Richtung Borrolooa. Die Piste war etwas rauer und wir hatten ein paar Flußdurchquerungen. Auffallend waren die vielen verunglückten Fahrzeuge entlang der Piste – man wundert sich schon was da so passiert?
Am nächsten Tag erreichten wir Borroloola und 50km später hielten wir am Caranbirini Conservation Reserve (Naturschutzgebiet) an. Zu erst machten wir einen kleinen Spaziergang zu einem kleinen See (water hole) und anschließend einen 2km Gang zur „Lost City“. Steinformationen entstanden durch Erosionen und eine heilige Stelle der Aboriginals. Sehr interessante und eindrucksvolle Gegend mit den Felstürmen und Schluchten.
Die weiterreise erfolgte auf geteerter Straße, aber wir hatten einen Verkehrsstau. Dieser bestand aus Kühen, die uns entgegen kam. Die Herde wurde zu einer neuen Weide getrieben oder zur Verladung. Wir mußten ca. eine ¼ Stunde warten, bis die Straße wieder frei war.
Am folgenden Tag erreichten wir den Steward Highway, die Hauptverbindung zwischen Adelaide im Süden und Darwin im Norden. Wir machten einen Stop in Daly Waters, ein kleiner Ort abseits des Highways. Viele Touristen kommen hierher um nur den Pub zu sehen, ansonsten gibt es hier auch nichts sehenswertes.
Nach einem Kaffee ging es weiter zu den Mataranka Hot Springs. Dies ist ein großer Komplex mit Campingplatz und Motel, aber der Zugang und die Benutzung der heißen Quellen sind kostenlos. Nach einem Bad, Dusche und Mittagessen ging es weiter Richtung Katherine.
Ca. 50km vor dem Ort, oder hier im Outback eine Stadt Übernachteten wir auf dem letzten Rastplatz (Kings Rest Area). Da dies die letzte kostenlose Übernachtungsmöglichkeit ist, war der Platz auch ziemlich voll. Beim abendlichen Rundgang kamen wir mit Glen und Miranda, die von der Sunshine Coast sind, ins Gespräch und hatten ein paar Bier und Gläser Wein zusammen.
Die Nacht war etwas lauter durch den Verkehr des Steward Highways, aber wir konnten trotzdem schlafen. Wir brachen früh auf (08:00) und fuhren nach Katherine. Nach dem Besuch der Touristen Information gingen wir zur MiMi Galerie für Aboriginal Kunst. Dort schauten wir auch einen der Künstler zu. Anschließend hatten wir ein Bad in den heißen Quellen von Kathrine.
Wir besuchten noch eine zweite Galerie, bevor wir weiter nach Pine Creek fuhren. Dort machten wir Mittag und ruhten uns kurz aus um gestärkt auf die letzte Etappe nach Darwin zu gehen. Wir trafen dort nach Sonnenuntergang ein und parkten außerhalb der Stadt bei einer Rennstrecke, wo genau konnten wir aber in der Dunkelheit nicht sehen. Auf der Fahrt sahen wir auch etliche kontrollierte Buschfeuer.
Am nächsten Morgen wurden wir um 05:00 Uhr durch LKWs geweckt, die zu einer nahe gelegenen Baustelle fuhren. Die Nacht war sehr warm und zusätzlich plagten uns die kleinen Sandfliegen mal wieder. Am Morgen waren wir voll mit Stichen, die auch ordentlich juckten. Wir fuhren nach Parap, ein Ortsteil von Darwin um dort zum letzten mal unsere Wäsche zu waschen. Samstags ist dort immer ein großer Mark und der Waschsalon war gleich daneben. Super Gelegenheit für uns auf den Markt zu gehen während die Waschmaschine läuft.
Wir packten unsere Taschen, reinigten TC innen und machten alles soweit fertig, daß wir TC für drei Monate abstellen konnten. Am Nachmittag trafen wir dann beim Cat Castle ein. Jennie, die Besitzerin führt ein Katzenhotel, aber auch gleichzeitig einen Park- und Abstellplatz hinter ihrem Haus im Garten. Wir parkten TC im Halbschatten neben weiteren Campern und Jennie brachte uns dann zum nahe gelegenen Flugplatz. Um 14:45 flogen wir von Darwin ab und über Melbourne und Doha ging es nach Hause.
Wir freuten uns auf den Sommer in Europa, aber auch wieder auf die Rückkehr nach Australien Ende September.