Leichardt falls (east of Burketown on the Savannah hwy). Don’t tell, I was too hot and dust to avoid swimming in this potentially croc infested pool

The roads are full of retired couples driving Caravans. The outskirts of Aboriginal communities are littered with beer cans and drunk individuals. The day begins and ends with waves of birds, kangaroo and bandicoots, and I watch as the moon begins again. The scenery is slowly changing from Savannah to tropical as I make my way east to the coast. My body aches from the hard days of riding and I look forward to a few days off as I get closer to Cairns.

Karumba. A 70 km ride to Australia’s Gulf. This was probably the first part of the continent reached by Europeans in the early 1600’s. The place was a “Snow Birder’s Paradise” and was full of affluent white Caravan retires. I left without camping the night