A pub in the morning is not the same as the pub at night and we decide that we need water. So onto Mataranka which seems to have springs, real ones.
Although this piece of road is new to us, a road is a road. Granted, the vegetation has turned more bushy and less dusty, we need something to keep us entertained. So we play spot the nicest white ant hill. And then Marjo tries to photograph it. Well that’s easier said than done and we have many blurred or half ant mound pictures. Then we see a big one in the distance and decide to stop on the middle of the main highway to take its picture. Don’t you love that? No one even noticed.
Then we arrive in Mataranka proper, a fuel station and half empty grocery store. Marjo bought all the fruit and vegetables and came back with half a cauliflower, 12 beans and 3 apples. The fuel prices hover still around the $2 mark so we’ll wait for Katherine. Hopefully more competition.
Then we turn off for our first stop in Mataranka, the Bitter Springs where the Roper River originates from. We decide to camp right next to it and now I’m fighting to type with one hand and kill mozzies with the other. So please forgiveness for any typos.
While I explore the hot springs that are 10 minutes walk from the campsite, in he National Park (indeed, no dogs), Marjo gives the dogs a cool down.
Then it’s Marjo’s turn and she returns with some pictures.
While Dotti eats an ehm…bone….
Posted from Mataranka, Northern Territory, Australia.
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