Barkley Tablelands and Limmen National Park

After the pretty monotonous tableland Hwy - cruising past a single cattle station for a couple of hundred kilometres - we took the rough and rocky Savannah Hwy to get to the Limmen NP. This area with the Roper River amongst numerous other rivers close to the gulf of Carpentaria is every fishermen’s dream and every Barramundis nightmare. We spent three days at Lorella Springs - a hot springs oasis in the middle of nowhere. We spoiled ourselves with having long baths in the hot springs fed pool and the icy cold beer at the bar. We had some nice chats to Darryl the caretaker, barman and host of the place – a true bushmen and friendly bloke.
He even gave us some Barra fillets he fished before as some sort of farewell gift.
We have to say that these Barra fillets, sprinkled with a little bit of flour and just grilled over an open fire in the bush were some of the best fish we have ever eaten in our life.

















Andy commenting on the sunset over Lorella Springs:






















Lost City formation

The best way to meet an Aboriginal…..

Towing them from the side of the road. Yep!
Just before we were planning to stop for the night, we saw a broken down car on the side of the road and an Aboriginal man(Jack Greene) waving for help.
We soon found out that the family of two adults and five small kids were thirsty and hungry after spending there second night in a row on the side of the road. Which meant that many drivers must have driven past not offering any help.... naughty!
They were waiting for a friend(which they were able to call for help) to come down from Borroloola to pick them up.
After carefully approaching the situation we handed out Oranges, Water and crackers to the hungry and thirsty mob.
We towed them up to the next rest area, where we soon prepared dinner for all of us on the open fire.
Curious travelers from OZ and NZ that had stopped at the same rest area, came up to us to contribute food and to tell us that we have done well in doing what we did.
It was obvious that all those people have driven past the broken down car and felt bad about it now.
It was an interesting and nice night chatting to the old bloke Jack, which invited us up to the Borroloola Rhodeo for the next day. Finally their friend arrived that night to tow them up further back home.
The next day we went up to see the Rhodeo and Jack Green with his family. It was a very good day out in the midst of the black and white country folks having a real country day.














Andy singing "Duncan is me mate" with Slim Dusty