It may be leaned that thus far in our visit to the Northern Territory I was a little miffed about not seeing more crocodiles
. That shortfall was more than settled when we went to the south Adelaide River and took the Spectacular Jumping Crocodile tour. We saw all kinds of crocs, some nearing 5 metres. The highlight of course is when they jump. Meet is tied to a stick and then waved over the side of the boat. A croc is enticed, usually from the shore and once under the suspended buffet he uses a powerful tail to propel him self up and out of the water – not completely, but a fair distance. If one was so disposed it is conceivable that a jumping croc could be touched. That would not be wise. They are truly man-eaters. It was a great tour. I have now seen my fill of crocodiles.
Before leaving Darwin I completed the change-out of the drive belts purchased in Normanton; nothing that 2 hours, some sweat, a lot of cursing and a cold beer can’t fix.
Darwin itself is a big city that seems to be dominated by construction companies. I have been told that Aussies who wish to "disappear" or otherwise hide, but still like the amenities afforded by the city-life, choose to go to Darwin. The waterfront, complete with an artificial wavepool, is nicely developed – though it is hard to ignore the croc net that yields a supposed “safe zone”. The Sunday markets are huge and we got there plenty early. Unfortunately, the thousands of other market-goers were not far behind. The heat, crowds and junk on sale all conspired to turn me into a petulant child I'm afraid. Lisa says that I am a sorry replacement for Kate when it comes to markets. We had a little picnic in the parking lot before leaving. One of the Thai dishes was so spicy we could not eat more than half a spoonful each.