Today Tony, Jen, Peter C, Craig, Jill P, Karen, Dean Greg and Wanda went to the Injalinka Art Gallery (Michael and I were supposed to go). The Art Gallery is a showcase of aboriginal art in the area and the artists work on their paintings and/or basketry/weaponry while you are there. It is possible to talk to them about their work.
To go to Injalinka a permit is required to travel on the 8 km road. When we purchased same on the way up, the woman selling them to us warned us that we could not cross the East Alligator River between 10:30Am and 3:00 PM due to dangerous tides. Tony, Jen, Peter C, Craig and Jill P have stayed at Merl (not far from the crossing). Karen, Dean, Greg, Michael and me are in Jabiru. Karen, Dean, Greg and Wanda decide to leave early so as to cross the river, see the gallery and be back across before 10:30, the supposed deadline.
Michael and I decide that we can’t make it – our belongings are all out of the car and it will take some time to repack.
All those who go have a great time and I believe quite a bit of money changed hands. SIGH, in hindsight we could have gone, the river warning proved to be FALSE and the crossing was low ALL day.
John, Lanlan, Jill M, Norbert, Peter D, Susan, Michael and I go to the bakery for breakfast and then head off to Cooinda,(Gagudju Lodge) our next stop. On the way we stop at Bowali visitor's centre to get some information for the next stop after Cooinda. We will all be together again at Cooinda and plan on taking the Yellow River Cruise. We take a side trip to a private invitation only camp. The manager comes out and has a chat apparently during the wet season, the water is over the roof of the toilet block so they can only operate 6 months of the year. Imagine what it must be like cleaning up after these waters.
Booked into Cooinda and had a lazy afternoon in the pool.
The others arrived late afternoon and it is great to be together again
Michael and I discover that our cryovaced meat is ‘off’ and will have to be thrown away.
The birds and animals are creating a ruckus at night Sounds like death and mayhem all around us.
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