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On my return to Darwin I was hoping to get a flight straight out of there as “The beach is shit” (the receptionists words not mine) and the town was pretty ordinary and boring. Unfortunately I already booked my onward flight sometime ago now and it’s a bit of a bother re-booking, as there’s a large fee involved. Not keen on fee’s me, so stuck around for a bit instead.
Bloody humid as hell in Darwin and no way of actually getting anywhere or being able to do any ‘free’ activities that didn’t include either testing the sting of Darwin’s Box Jelly Fish or accidentally trampling through the home of a local Aboriginal.
However, not one to be defeated in the face of boredom, I found a couple of local National Park Tours that offered some culture, wildlife, backpacker interaction and most precious of all…Air Con! I had actually asked the receptionist about the ‘croc wrestling’ I’d seen somewhere on the internet, however she sadly informed me that “They no longer do crocodile wrestling” Oh, bugger, I thought. Apparently “It got out of hand”. Whose hand, I don’t know. Well it wasn’t all bad, got to hold a ‘four’ footer and see some bloody big croc’s get fed and jump about, around our boat. Awesome! This trip also created some new friends and unfortunately a major fall off the ‘wine wagon’ for me.
On my return to Darwin I was hoping to get a flight straight out of there as “The beach is shit” (the receptionists words not mine) and the town was pretty ordinary and boring. Unfortunately I already booked my onward flight sometime ago now and it’s a bit of a bother re-booking, as there’s a large fee involved. Not keen on fee’s me, so stuck around for a bit instead.
Bloody humid as hell in Darwin and no way of actually getting anywhere or being able to do any ‘free’ activities that didn’t include either testing the sting of Darwin’s Box Jelly Fish or accidentally trampling through the home of a local Aboriginal.
However, not one to be defeated in the face of boredom, I found a couple of local National Park Tours that offered some culture, wildlife, backpacker interaction and most precious of all…Air Con! I had actually asked the receptionist about the ‘croc wrestling’ I’d seen somewhere on the internet, however she sadly informed me that “They no longer do crocodile wrestling” Oh, bugger, I thought. Apparently “It got out of hand”. Whose hand, I don’t know. Well it wasn’t all bad, got to hold a ‘four’ footer and see some bloody big croc’s get fed and jump about, around our boat. Awesome! This trip also created some new friends and unfortunately a major fall off the ‘wine wagon’ for me.
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