Drinking Rum and Coca Cola

Day 268 - Dalwallinu. To the left is Dales Gorge in Karijini National Park. Karijini NP is in the Pilbara west of Newman. It's a must go if you are out that way. Being a drunk in the NT and the Kimberly is not without its challenges. At Katherine the bottle shops don't open until 2 pm, at Kununura it's noon, at Jabiru you have to live in the town to buy take away grog, in the Kimberly you cannot buy casks of wine (casks of red being my weapon of choice) or fortified wines. I stayed at one place where the caravan park was in a dry community; it wasn't much of a problem given how difficult it was to get your hands on alcohol.

What's worse than coming out of your tent at Turkey Creek and finding a Brahmin bull chewing on the lawn? The answer is of course finding 2 Brahmin bulls chewing on the Lawn. They are very big bastards and quite intimidating, however they seemed quite happy and weren't bothered by anyone, so I left them to it and bravely took the long cut to the toilet block.

Like me many of you probably lay awake at night wondering what it would be like to hit a steer with your car. Well you can all sleep a little easier when I tell you that your car will be a write off, the steer will be dead and you will be alive. The steer will by the way go over the top of the car smashing the windscreen on the way and end up 30 or so metres behind you when you eventually come to a standstill. Remember when you are out in woop woop don't drive at night unless you own a road train. No pictures sadly, I had a road train right on my arse and wasn't game enough to do a crash stop.

Entertainment in caravan parks comes in many forms but one the best is, people reversing their caravans it can provide some interesting situations. The best ones have the husband backing the trailer with the trouble and strife giving unhelpful directions and the husband becoming very frustrated. This usually leads to something like "we'll if you are so fucking clever then you park it". At this stage the husband will storm off and the wife will sometimes park it with no problems at all, mostly however they have to wait until hubby cools down and he has another go.

A Snappy Gum, what a great name, not sure why its called that but you no doubt googalize it for yourself.
A wallaby of some description, cute little fellow isn't he. I have by the way been developing a hypothesis based on many observations on my travels of macropods. The hypothesis states that "the further north you go the smaller the macropod", maybe it's something to do with the heat.
A very, very wide load, the is a truck at the back pushing as well as the one in front pulling
For all you blokes with some spare time on your hands here is a restoration project for you. Most of the bits and pieces you cannot see on the car are lying around on the ground nearby. How hard can it be? A bit of body filler in the bullet holes, a quick clean up and lick of paint and away you go. There is no motor by the way you need to acquire that yourself
The race course at Yalgoo, the club house on the right is the old railway station
More geology for you. A moraine is any glacially formed accumulation of unconsolidated glacial debris (soil and rock) which can occur in currently glaciated and formerly glaciated regions, such as those areas acted upon by a past glacial maximum. This debris may have been plucked off a valley floor as a glacier advanced or it may have fallen off the valley walls as a result of frost wedging or landslide. Moraines may be composed of debris ranging in size from silt-sized glacial flour to large boulders. This particular one is a terminal moraine