I haven’t kept up with this blog. I know, I know. The reasons for writing it are numerous and varied. I know them all, but I have been procrastinating. Putting off writing and delaying with all the excuses under the sun. But…I’m back. This will be the perfect record of a perfect trip…and will get me writing again
The surrounding country of Kakadu (20,000 square kilometers) belongs to indigenous people.
If you respect country, it will look after you
We are the visitors.
Paul picked us up from the Crocodile Hotel at 5.15 am to take us to the Yellow Waters. I am not at my best at that hour of the morning, but I felt excited about the experience ahead and everyone else in our party felt the same. Just the thought of meandering along in our open boat watching the moon fade and sunlight slowly gild the water was enough to keep me going.
We have had glorious sunny days but cyclone Trevor caused the rain to bucket down over Kakadu during the wet season and the usual gangplank for the Yellow Waters trip is underwater. To our delight our flat bottomed barge of a boat is now leaving early from Home billabong upstream and will snake through a narrow water way to the yellow waters. We will drift past where we would usually board our boat and then continue on to explore this amazing place.
I am entranced, in heaven, as we set off and glide along. The moon is low in the sky. We share the experience with other passengers but even the children are quiet as we explore this remarkable place. That morning we observed so much variety. We experienced unusual birds, crocodiles and wetlands with floating buffalo grass and lily pad fields.
This body of water begins at Jim Jim falls. Yellow Waters got the name from the yellow Melaleuca trees. (/ˌmɛləˈljuːkə/) is a genus of nearly 300 species of plants in the myrtle family, Myrtaceae, commonly known as paperbarks or honey-myrtles.Here, they stain these waters yellow. (I used to make bark paintings from the many and varied colours of the paperbark. Most are yellow but if I found a red bark it was highly prized and I always remembered that tree and would constantly return.) If you are born or die indigenous you are wrapped in paperbark and belong to country. It is a very spiritual tree. We travel through the Melaluca swamp, listen for whistling kites and look for white bellied sea eagles.
There is a request not to lean out of the boat to take a picture as crocodiles can launch at least half of their body weight out of the water and may grab a hand…or more. in spite of constant warnings we travel through yellow billabong into the South Alligator River.
Kakadu is owned by the traditional owners but it administered and protected by the Federal government and protected under Parks and Wildlife Australia as a national park. The indigenous people see Kakadu as a supermarket and a clothing shop. Dilly bags (a carry bag) are made from the pandanas palm which came from south east Asia 500 years ago.
Paul wheeled Alan up the ramp to an eggs, bacon, sausage and mushroom breakfast. Later, Paul went to the Bowali Visitors Centre (named after Bowali Creek) and asked for all wheelchair friendly sites.
My next blog will cover Litchfield Park, Kathryn Gorge and Mataranka
Enjoyed all the photos and hearing that you are writing again. I have started writing. It is about my life from the day I became a refugee. I understand the days when a writer just wants to think and not put words on the computer. Wish you good days. Love
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I’ts so lovely to hear from you Susan and I’m delighted you are writing again. Fabulous…and interesting. Keep in touch. Love Glen xxx
I enjoyed your post, Glenice! Your photos are wonderful, and so is your story. I understand about the tree and the bark. Thank you! Looking forward to your next one.
Thanks Jennie. Lovely to see you here and so pleased you enjoy our trip to Darwin and surrounds