Sunday slow day not much happening except a bit of long overdue schoolwork and hanging about. Matt drove the kids to check out the WWII plane wreck back near Kalumburu, not much left there.
If we’d had the energy we would have rattled a 4hr return journey to a waterhole recently opened to tourists for a swim, but couldn’t be bothered. From all accounts it was a pretty nice place, sometimes a bit tricky to find with a signpost regularly knocked over by a few locals who aren’t feeling like sharing yet. Matt had an interesting chat to the owner of the fishing charter and Honeymoon Bay setup who wasn’t keen for his 3 young kids to be educated in at Kalumburu school instead preferring them to return to country and learn the bush ways as he wished he had himself growing up. Another paddle in the rock pools looking for hermit crabs which were in abundance. Hopefully the poor crabs that Stuey found survived the ordeal. Matt and I were on croc watch and enjoying all the marine life jumping out of the water around us including sting rays and flying fish. The fishermen around us (who made up most of the campers at McGowan’s) had been doing pretty well from the beach, must have been what all beaches were like prior to being fished out. Our friends (Hunter and Charlie) from Bungle Bungles and Mitchell Falls rolled in this evening which will be the last time we cross paths, so we cracked our precious tiny $5 bag of marshies to commemorate the occasion. We are certainly leaving Kalumburu with lots more mossie bites than we arrived with and reluctantly packed up campsite a bit this evening to face the drive back.....