|Flat green nothing with rivers|
|Long straight road to no where|
Seeing the Roadhouse in the distance, we set up our approach after flying over the top. Taxiing up to the fuel bowser we disturbed about 12 hawks feeding on nearby rubbish.
|Barkly outback truck|
|Daly Waters WW11 Hangar|
|Cute python with belly full|
We unloaded our overnight necessities and then had a good look around the museum type room inside. There were huge photographs of various types of planes that had flown in and out of this airstrip as well as the RAAF operations and civilian photos from that era. A very historical place though very much in need of maintenance. We noted that the wall timbers were white anted and it would only be time before they fall down – taking the photos with them Whilst looking around I spotted a cute little python asleep on the bottom beam. I photographed him and he looked like he had recently eaten. We waited for over ½ an hour but no-one came to collect us so we began walking – assuming that someone would arrive soon. It was about 4.30 in the afternoon and rather hot. (We were heading north after all!) Kev stopped for a wash in the little Daly rivulet whilst I watched for crocodiles on the deep side of the crossing. If something had come out of the water I would have run first, then screamed for Kev to save himself!!!
When we stopped her asking if she was to pick up from the airport; her face sank soooo much and she apologized profusely. She hadn’t heard our plane and was very busy but knew we were arriving around 4pm and finally got away to come down. She shouted us a long lemon squash at the bar – which we accepted gratefully. We browsed around the amazing pub looking at all the “collections” from bras to thongs, knickers to footy jumpers. Very interesting and amazing.