Day 254 - Timber Creek. To the left is a feral cat at a roadside camping site in the Northern Territory, it is a very long way from anywhere. There is a water tank at the campsite and some one had left a container of water under the tap, probably so this feral cat could get a drink. If only they knew how much damage to wildlife a cat like this does. I emptied the container and threw it in the rubbish bin. Sorry this has taken so long to post but the data transfer speeds out in the never never are abysmal, even in the bigger towns. I am about 2,000 kms from Timber Creek now so you can expect another post very shortly. It appears that I have been travelling back in time and didn't notice. Have a look a look at the day number for last two posts. My only excuse is that maybe there was a tear in the fabric of the space-time continuum and I tripped over it and fell in. I have taken off my shoes and socks for the calculation for this post, hopefully it will be ok. Thank you David for pointing out the problem.

Kakadu or should it be Kakadont, it would appear that I rocked up to Kakudu just a wee bit too soon after the wet season as some of the roads and sites were still closed. It was ok I suppose, maybe I had unrealistic expectations built up all the hype on tv etc. However I did get to play golf at Jabiru, an experience that I can heartily recommend to all of you, go there you won't regret it and if you go in the wet or just after take a lot of golf balls. They have a dingo on course that lounges around in the shade near the clubhouse accepting whatever food comes its way.

As I drive along there is a never-ending parade of insects crawling across the dash or the windscreen, the other day something really weird came out of an air conditioning vent. If you leave your doors and tailgate open whilst you are are camping I guess these sorts of things will happen. I reckon some of them have been half way around Australia with me. I am thinking of ringing the Australian Museum and getting them to remove all the wildlife from the car when I return. There are bound to be some species that have never been previously reported.

I went for a drink at a in a very, very small town pub and the duke box was so loud that I couldn't hear the couple next to me; it was made worse by a very small bar. I asked the barman (they were backpackers) to turn it down so we could have a chat, I shouldn't have asked. Apparently the duke box is there for the benefit of the staff, they said if I didn't like it I could drink outside. I pointed out to him there was a sign on the door that said no alcohol past this point. I know it's remote but you reckon they would have worked out that it is customers who are putting their hard earnt over the bar that pay their wages. To make matters worse the bloke next me to said his stubby was warm when they gave it to him. I was up for a decent drink and at $6.40 for a tinny they would have done well out of me, but as it turned out 1 tinny was enough and the couple I was chatting to left as well.