Once again I`m writting under the starry mantle, at the Kakadu National Park, in camping park in Cooinda.Just over 50 Km distant from Jabiru to Cooinda; but this day and its length is much greater than that.We started the day by going to the Ranger uranium mine. The skyview images we had seen seemed an interesting place, a dark gray
abyss where the bottom is so deep we coudn´t see it, and one of the world's largest
uranium mines. Arrived there, many "Danger" and didn`t saw anything. Mine followed north to Ubirr, always on asphalt road.The
Wet Land are in the dry season and therefore spend enormous streams and
rivers with no water or aspect that has existed there. But the marks on the road, similar to the marks with snow height are impressive. By the time of the monsoon, many of the sites are completely submerged, with over two meters of water.In Ubirr I put the Monte Campo leggings and we make two walking routes; a parallel to the East Alligator River, where we could see the bats -
huge, rabbits size - sleeping in trees upside down and some crocodiles
walked quietly down the river upstream.The second route was to see cave paintings with more than 6,000 years; so many and so perfect as if they were made yesterday.This route climbed to a high point and had the perception of the extent of Wet Land.Though it was lunch time, not just for us!We
returned to the site of the first to walk in an area where the river
and crossed by a sunken road, making a sort of dam, to see the
barramundi - a gray fish with more than half a meter in length - up the
river. While the fish tries to climb, dozens of crocodiles and some fishermen try to stop him, an authentic feast.Thus,
as in any rally, hundreds of people settle on the banks of knapsack,
"near the emotion out of danger", to do agility Reptile soaking up the "
goldfish" and listening to the teeth to crush the spine of said the ease with which we crush a wafer of water and salt.In the afternoon we went on a dirt road until Gubara. The idea was to see a kind of natural pools next to Burdulba Creek.After
9 km by car and 3km walking, we arrived at a desert site, inhospitable,
who had as much water as the jacuzzi Airlie Beach. But such a white sand, creating a magnificent setting. The willingness to experiment that water was woes that much but there were signs everywhere that could be "glass eyes".New walk to the car, with a temperature of around 39 ° C, up thence to Nourlangie.Nourlangie is a swamp hangouts hundreds of pelicans, ducks, herons and other birds of various colors.All calm and serene, with the pelicans swim together, forming a large circle; The Ducks went on line.Suddenly all take flight and saw, there in the middle, the mouth of a crocodile devouring what was delayed to give the wings.Before going to Cooinda there was still time to see more birds at Yellow Water. the
conversation with a fisherman I learned that in the dry season, with
the concentration of all kind of animals in the few rivers that survive, there are
almost no fish to humans; and control of park rangers on the amount and size of what is caught is very strict.Here we are in Cooinda, sleeping in a container inside a camping and caravan park. Doesn`t have the liveliness of Uluru or the Jabiru conditions; It is what there is.Such as crocodiles, dined barramundi. Grilled, accompanied by French fries, tartar sauce and a white Sirah. A dry and hard fish; if I
was a crocodile and had to eat it every day too was wrong willing and
willing to, on occasion, give a few bites of fresh and tasty meat.
Once again I`m writting under the starry mantle, at the Kakadu National Park, in camping park in Cooinda.Just over 50 Km distant from Jabiru to Cooinda; but this day and its length is much greater than that.We started the day by going to the Ranger uranium mine. The skyview images we had seen seemed an interesting place, a dark gray
abyss where the bottom is so deep we coudn´t see it, and one of the world's largest
uranium mines. Arrived there, many "Danger" and didn`t saw anything. Mine followed north to Ubirr, always on asphalt road.The
Wet Land are in the dry season and therefore spend enormous streams and
rivers with no water or aspect that has existed there. But the marks on the road, similar to the marks with snow height are impressive. By the time of the monsoon, many of the sites are completely submerged, with over two meters of water.In Ubirr I put the Monte Campo leggings and we make two walking routes; a parallel to the East Alligator River, where we could see the bats -
huge, rabbits size - sleeping in trees upside down and some crocodiles
walked quietly down the river upstream.The second route was to see cave paintings with more than 6,000 years; so many and so perfect as if they were made yesterday.This route climbed to a high point and had the perception of the extent of Wet Land.Though it was lunch time, not just for us!We
returned to the site of the first to walk in an area where the river
and crossed by a sunken road, making a sort of dam, to see the
barramundi - a gray fish with more than half a meter in length - up the
river. While the fish tries to climb, dozens of crocodiles and some fishermen try to stop him, an authentic feast.Thus,
as in any rally, hundreds of people settle on the banks of knapsack,
"near the emotion out of danger", to do agility Reptile soaking up the "
goldfish" and listening to the teeth to crush the spine of said the ease with which we crush a wafer of water and salt.In the afternoon we went on a dirt road until Gubara. The idea was to see a kind of natural pools next to Burdulba Creek.After
9 km by car and 3km walking, we arrived at a desert site, inhospitable,
who had as much water as the jacuzzi Airlie Beach. But such a white sand, creating a magnificent setting. The willingness to experiment that water was woes that much but there were signs everywhere that could be "glass eyes".New walk to the car, with a temperature of around 39 ° C, up thence to Nourlangie.Nourlangie is a swamp hangouts hundreds of pelicans, ducks, herons and other birds of various colors.All calm and serene, with the pelicans swim together, forming a large circle; The Ducks went on line.Suddenly all take flight and saw, there in the middle, the mouth of a crocodile devouring what was delayed to give the wings.Before going to Cooinda there was still time to see more birds at Yellow Water. the
conversation with a fisherman I learned that in the dry season, with
the concentration of all kind of animals in the few rivers that survive, there are
almost no fish to humans; and control of park rangers on the amount and size of what is caught is very strict.Here we are in Cooinda, sleeping in a container inside a camping and caravan park. Doesn`t have the liveliness of Uluru or the Jabiru conditions; It is what there is.Such as crocodiles, dined barramundi. Grilled, accompanied by French fries, tartar sauce and a white Sirah. A dry and hard fish; if I
was a crocodile and had to eat it every day too was wrong willing and
willing to, on occasion, give a few bites of fresh and tasty meat.
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