Portsmith

The more you live with the daylight, the sooner you will stand up. Clock at 5:30, we were both awake at the campsite Cooke Point in bed. With the sun it was time for breakfast and a short hose down the camper, which still looked locusts taken from yesterday, we went back again to the short side street, at which we had yesterday Wifi. And to our joy was turned off and on today's Australian Day none the router. We went back on the highway and noticed the national holiday on the road. Deserted, now and then a road train with three or four trailers on the radio and there were only two issues: Australian Day and tennis.

Our goal was the 80 Mile Beach. The first stop we made at the Roadhouse Paboor. Fill it up again, because for the next 260 km nothing more was possible and we treated ourselves to a cup of coffee too. At the photo wall, which we had seen so far at any Roadhouse, there were four names under the title: Not welcome in here. We asked what was up, and she explained that these were four Aborigines, who had broken into her. They belong to a clan, who lived nearby. We drove on and then noticed that some rivers again brought a little water. This was probably due to the cyclone Magda, who went through here three days ago.

Finally we reached the tap, Eighty Mile Beach. We already waving joyously in the way and were sharply slowed by a plaque that stood in the middle way. What a frustration, road closed * *. Here Magda has probably done more damage. A little frustrated, we went back to us on the highway and drove on. Additional kilometers it was now to put behind us. The landscape had now changed noticeably. Through the rain, which pelted down recently now the landscape was green. The trees, shrubs and grasses to absorb the water seemed eager to take advantage of the short time to the fullest.

Sometime after seemingly endless time we came to the second Sandfire Roadhouse * *. Upon leaving we noticed that we have now advanced into the tropics straight. A moist warm humid air we meet him. We asked for the next room for a camper and they called us " Portsmith * which was a little off the beaten track, but very nice location. So we drove on and after another 170 kilometers to Port Smith came a tap. We marveled at the deep red unpaved road. Whether there really end what happens?

Here too, Magda had raged. Suddenly opened up before us on the road instead of a small lake. It had, however, a trail through it, so pure and 4 WD slowly through it. It was the only big puddle until we got there. Here too, we just saw a car standing at the campsite. While at the reception was closed, but it had a bell. An old woman opened the door and asked if we want to check. We Bejat and she unlocked the door. Then we paid and they pointed us to a place at which current was present. Because we are so remote, the entire current is produced by a generator. They warned us not to dodge the kangaroos in the way of sleeping, as they would lie anyway.

It was also looking after our allotted place, we met several dozing kangaroos, what had been placed under a tree in the shade. Finally we got out of place and already the first curious hop came to us to greet us.

First we did the laundry. We filled two machines and then to the beach wanted to examine him. We wanted to break up just because we got to know our neighbors only. An elderly couple who had been there several times and us a lot about the various creatures who cavort around here yet told. For example, the 40 cm large lizards, which ran straight across the square. Or the frilled lizard, which walks on two legs and can open a screen around your neck, then the whole orange. She showed us this one, which just dozing next to a tree. When he saw us coming, he actually walked away slowly on two legs. It looked pretty strange, like from another planet. They further informed us that the beach in the lagoon is very safe. It was only the small sharks that do not like people and some cancers. The tide came in also quite a bit. It was not a problem. Well, small sharks, for us this is not exactly inexperienced Europeans invites you to swim. We got into the car and drove further into the bush to the sea.

We parked the car well above the highest tide, and then had to stand pretty far over sand and bushes between each run to the sea. However, the beach was a dream, of course, deserted road and we saw a small cancer that had just an empty shell picked as his new home and so proud was from the dust.

As far as the sea retreats here, stay back and the occasional puddle where we saw several blue crabs with claws. We watched for half an hour as the water came back and won the lagoon itself.

Then we went back to the place to hang the laundry. We were not alone, the young kangaroos are very curious and sniffed around with the clothes, the Helene and I wanted to hang.

It even went so far that it went wide at the entrance and would prevent us from our duties. Since the bedding was present, we naturally wanted to hang them as soon as possible so that we may need again later.

When it got dark then cook dinner fairly quickly and when we finally were able to sit down, threw himself a little black down from the tree above our heads, however, opened suddenly a pair of wings and went with them screech through the air. We had just made acquaintance with the first flying fox. More launches followed this later.

The campsite here is like a little oasis in the void. There is much to admire, and we can only recommend to those who traveled through here this place was here, we (Thanks to Magda was) just by chance, definitely visit visited.