LIBBY GREENHALGH

Up crack of sparrows again for a toast, done on a BBQ, and vegemite breakfast which always starts the Marmite vs Vegemite great debate. There is never a solid conclusion especially when arguing with Australians about this matter. Anyway after breakfast our guide Matt has his  disappearing hour, he does this twice a day once in morning once in evening and no one is quite sure where goes what he does how to contact him or what we are meant to be doing. Rest assured he always reappears. We all chuckle and are our day begins. Today we are exploring the waterfalls of Kakatu and they are really quite amazing. This is the kind of thing you often imagine and see in films but never imagine you will have a waterfall pool to yourself. In flood a lot of these waterfalls cannot be accessed due to hope much the water rises but also the incoming of the Salt water crocodile, so luckily I picked a good ish time of year to come. But even one of the waterfalls we were due to go...

From the moment I step out the aeroplane,  yes I made it after some discussion and a very kind check in man,  you are hit with that decidedly warmer humid air of the tropics,  the jumper and trousers I have on are wholely inappropriate. Here is where it feels like the temperature doesn't change but when it's firing up to 40 degrees and the down to 28degrees that is actually quite a range. I get to my hostel for 2200 and hit the sack ready for my 0600 pick up for 3 days in the National Parks Kakatu and Litchfield. In the morning we are greeted with a 4x4and trailer with bench seats in the back and I manage to hop in the front of the car as we set off to Corroborre Billabong Billabong? the clothing company. No,  it's another word for oxbow lake only these lakes have crocodiles in them. Salt water crocodiles are so called because they excrete salt from their tongue glands unlikely freshwater but have nothing to do with what flavour the water is. The biggest ...

I woke up this morning feeling like my whole body just wanted to stay in bed.  I did have a late night to be fair up doing my washing until gone 2200. BOOM and there you have it that reason I was wondering about, as to why 35+ year olds can't hang out with youngsters!  But after however many days I don't care about that I am most excited about having a clean towel as it had reached the point of not being able to dry me due to its state of salty dampness and the collection of Suncream coffee and tea spilt upon it was definitely not helping either. However it might not have been my late night, it might be the massage I had where I am sure the lady was trying to crush the life of of my lungs and push my calfs off my legs I am not sure where she wanted them to go but definitely not where they are and belong! Anyway I got picked up this morning by the swankiest coach ever leather seats reclining and a fairly full coach,  those single seaters savagely protecting their spare ...