Because we will leave the coast soon, some of us wanted to visit 4 mile beach for kite surfing. We were early at the beach and apart from someone having lessons with a 17 meter kite and a high buoyancy board there were no other kiters. I know now why. After struggling to even get the kite of the ground, it kept coming back to earth (beach and ocean) and after 30 minutes of not showing off my kite skills we packed up, had a swim and left for Newell Beach.
Leaving the Cairns region, we don’t know if we did the right thing as some of the signs along the road are kinda mysterious.
For safety we checked all power points and couldn’t see any ants hiding.
The bus reached 299,999.9 km but decided that it was too hard to give up the the good 2xx,xxx live. It got stuck and stayed at 299,999.9. Something to look at later.
We followed the scenic coastal road back north (see also Bramston Beach).
And arrived at the small camping of Newell Beach, just 5 km from the “lovely” camping of Mosman Riverside. The camping is run by John and Jenny (it must be their Australian names as they are very Singaporean and only arrived here 3 years ago. You must know that foreigners get names allocated when they migrate to Australia but Marjo (Princess) and I (Stud) are a bit too modest to use them). Well, Jenny did a great job to make everyone feel at ease with “oh pay whenever you like” to “it doesn’t matter that our neighbour ran over the power pole” and “please join us for the free dinner on Saturday”. We were not surprised that people come back to this place every year and stay for months.
On the second day at Newell Beach we decided to go crocodile hunting. So Jos and I hired the local hunter expert, Bruce and went in his canoe in the jungle.
Jos and I canvassed the territory first to explore a safe journey for the less adventurous of our party. Berna and Marjo will say that they had to watch the dogs while we did our trip, that it had nothing to do with hunting and that they made exactly the same trip later and that the photos are a mix from their and our trip, but we can’t remember it that way. Certainly not after the couple of beers after the trip.
Jos first action was to take possession of the throne of the local bushman.
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From there the story tells itself, where we encountered several dangerous crocs (apparently the Indo-Asian crocs are the worlds biggest (could also be second, bit who’s counting) species that live solitary and attack for no reason), vicious snakes and cadaver eating birds.
We made it out alive.
Marjo and Berna also encountered a dangerous animal lurking outside Berna and Jos’ cabin at the campsite.
That evening we enjoyed Jenny’s great Aussie dinner of snags and salads and played some silly card game called skippy-doo or something. Some say I think it’s silly because I couldn’t win, but that’s just nonsense.
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