Paradise lost

In the morning we had first chance to look at our equipment in a daylight. Photo below says a bit..

To be on positive side - I really enjoyed ambience in the toilet and shower...

We were farewell-ed by a local peacock.- move your mouse over this photo, he will show you the real face...



Then we hit the road...

It was our scenery for the next 3 days. Flat, dry terrain and dusty, corrugated road. Look at the picture above. There was easterly wind (from the right) , compare colour of trees on both sides of the road.

Termites mounds looked like unending cemetery...

Our destination was Archer River camping grounds. The river looked very tempting...

but....

Crocodile warning accompanied us at each creel, river, lake. I asked some passers by if they actually saw a crocodile in this area. Answer was: somebody told me, that somebody told him, that somebody saw a crocodile here, even two. From now on, I heard this story almost everyday.

Back to the camp to find, that our guide... Well, look first into our tour operator (Frontier Safaris) document::
"Our Guides work extremely hard to provide passengers with excellent, wholesome meals. With more time available in the evenings, our staff can concentrate on their culinary talents and present a complete 3 course meal."
Our guide simply disappeared so we were left to our own facilities to prepare the dinner. Our (Ann's) culinary talents were apparently good enough to attract our guide, but he strategically disappeared for the wash up duties. After completing all kitchen chores we discovered the reason for his absence: rugby match against New Zealand.

We lost.

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