The Final Chapters...
Hey there, Amy here! At home in Poulsbo as of last Saturday. I have been charged with updating this thing and it seems I have a lot of work ahead of me...
So yes, we did do some drinking. Although we were a little apprehensive about the whole situation, Karina being underage at this point and all... it really was a lot of fun. After Brandon walked us back to our campsite, the two of us stayed up a few hours more discussing the night, the rest of the trip, and life as we know it. You know... typical sleepover stuff. This whole trip was practically an unending sleepover... surprised we didn't fight? Yeah, me too.
The next day, we decided to go to the local crocodile park before meeting Brandon and Ephan for Coronas and limes back on Cable Beach. We walked in and there were these massive crocs completely stationary. At first it was hard to believe that they were real. Until they moved... A few fast facts about crocs:
1) There are two types of croc- Saltwater Crocs, which are the big nasties, and Freshwater Crocs, which are aggressive but not nearly as ferocious as their compadres.
2) They have three eyelids, the third of which allows them to see exceptionally well underwater.
3) The downward foce of an average "Salty's" jaw is 4 tons.
4) A croc has a 1 in 10,000 chance of growing to maturity, which is about 5m for males and 3m for females.
5) Eggs incubated at 32C or below hatch as female, whereas those incubated at 33C or above atch as male - always.
6) American alligators are docile when compared to their croc cousins - the guide actually got in the pen with about 12 alligators and sat down next to one, petting it like it was a dog. It responded like a dog too, and closed its eyes, enjoying the pat. It was kinda creepy.
7) Salties can sometimes be attacked by sharks while in the ocean hunting, and they usually win.
Pretty crazy huh? The biggest croc there was named Santa because it was caught on Christmas. He was about 5.5m long. No joke. They were all pretty lazy while we were there because it's during the "Dry" which are the cooler months. During the "Wet" the crocs are breeding and much more aggressive, so in a way we missed out. Bummer. We also got to hold a baby croc, and got pictures as proof for all you non-believers! Ha ha!
So, after the croc park, we met Brandon and Ephan for beers on Cable Beach. I didn't have any, but Karina assured me that Corona is much better than Heineken, we've come to a consensus: all beer is gross. After we said goodbye to them, they were catching a plane back to Melbourne that evening, we went to dinner at this fancy Japanese restaurant, called Matso's, with the Greyhound-Smirnoff gang.
For being such a pricy, upscale restaurant, the food was not great, and the service was worse. One highlight of the night: Karina tried kangaroo for the first time. Although I can't say I'm a fan of it, yes I tried it too, the meat tastes like steak but is leaner with a "gamey" flavor. Speaking of kangaroo... we met this couple in Coral Bay, and the girl was super excited to see one, but hadn't for the longest time. Anyways, they finally saw one from the van they were riding in, and they hit it. She was quite traumatized. I would be too.
Our final day in Broome, we caught an early bus out to Gantheaume (ganth-ee-um) Point a few kilometers south along Cable Beach, where we were treated to an absolutely stunning view of turquoise sea and fiery red rock. We climbed down to the tidepools, and found what we think is a fossilized dinosaur footprint (they said they were at Gantheaume they just didn't want people to climb down and go looking for them, which we did anyways), but can't be too sure. We climbed our way down to the beach and practically sprinted back to the main bus stop so that we would be able to check out of the caravan park in time before having to pay for an extra night. After successfully breaking down our lovely blue home, checking out, and storing our bags in the office, we headed back out to the town for some last minute souvenier shopping. We went back to Cable Beach afterwards and, once again, met the Greyhound-Smirnoff gang for the last time before we headed off on our separate ways. Everyone pretty much sacked out on the lawn in the shade, and after catching a few Z's, we took a final group photo, before saying goodbye to the Kims (from Canada and Utah), Norman, and Desiree.
We retrieved our stuff from the office before it closed at 5 (everything closes early in Australia, its rediculous!) and went for dinner at the Old Zoo Cafe, where we expanded our culinary horizons by partaking in the Kimberly taste plate for a mere $30 (food costs an arm and a leg there too, by the way). The Kimberly taste plate, named for the region in which Broome is located, consisted of Mother of Pearl meat, kangaroo, crocodile, camel, and barramundi. Yes, we tasted, devoured, and enjoyed the whole thing. The order of my favorites goes: camel (absolutely delicious, and it was kinda sad since they walked right past the restaurant, making me feel guilty that I enjoyed it so much), barra (it's like our cod, except more flavourful), pearl (similar to scallops in taste, but with a calamari texture), roo (it was slightly undercooked for my tastes), and finally croc. Weirdest thing about croc: it tastes like what it's fed on which is why it had a poultry-ish flavor (though not quite chicken or turkey as we were told), but it fillets like fish. So we ate a chicken flavored fish. Mmmm... not.
We left Broome at 7:30 (I want to say), and befriended Tyler from Calgary while waiting for the bus, which was only a few minutes (instead of hours) late. The bus ride, though uneventful was really cold, so the two of us pretty much got no sleep. I know I woke up every hour on the hour. Stupid Greyhound... We made a breakfast stop in Kunnunurra and ended up running into Markus, one of our Greyhound-Smirnoff gang members, who ditched Broome earlier than the rest of us. Turned out that we were staying in the same hostel in Katherine - not that that was such a big surprise considering there is only one hostel in Katherine... - and when we arrived, he was in our room! We were so glad to see Markus again, and we ended up spending all of our time in Katherine in his company. That night, we went to dinner at the Katherine Club, which is a family restaurant/bar establishment. The food was really good, and were able to get to know Markus better than before. After dinner, we snuck into the bar - Karina still being under age and all - and although we did not drink, we enjoyed ourselves, listening and dancing to the local band, watching everyone smoke and drink and carry on... It was great!
Back at the hostel, I crashed but Karina and Markus ended up staying awake until about 1 in the morning having one of those heart-to-heart, deeper meaning, life chats, which was cool for them. She later shared with me that they talked mostly about love, and how Markus is a hopless romantic - even more so than I am apparently. He sent her a very special birthday email, which we read when we got to Cairns (pronounced cans), and has really become a lifelong friend.
The next morning, Markus, Karina, and I caught an early bus out to the Katherine Gorge. About 20k's outside of Katherine, the gorge was beautiful - once we found it. We hiked along the trail, which was poorly marked, unfortunately, and spent an hour being lost on it. When we finally reached the gorge, after seeing a wallaby (totally cute!), we were hot sweaty, and ready for a swim. Karina was smart and wore her bathing suit (or swimmers as the Aussies call it) under her clothes, and jumped right into the water (after we practically rappelled down into the gorge - the trail was very steep). I, on the other hand, did not wear my bathing suit, but was too hot to care, so I took off my shoes, socks, and shorts, and jumped in in my T-shirt and underwear! The water felt absolutely wonderful! We wanted to swim across the slow-moving river to a little beach on the other side, but were advised against it as it was the location of some freshwater crocodile nests. Good thing we changed our minds...
After we hiked out of the gorge, and headed back to the hostel for showers, we said a sad goodbye to Markus, who was on his way north to Darwin, before boarding the Ghan train down south to Alice Springs. While we were waiting for the train to arrive, the company who operates it took us to this historic homstead (an Aussie ranch basically) on the outskirts of the city to kill time. It was really interesting to hear the history of the place, which had been around since the 1800's, and it was a whole heck of a lot nicer than waiting in the station. After we realized that it was a courtesy tour that we were on, we wondered: why don't companies do anything cool like that in America? The world may never know...
Around 4, we boarded the train which we were greatly looking forward to, and were rewarded not just with freedom to roam about the compartments, or a whole heck of a lot more footroom than on the Greyhounds, but with the company of Steve, an Aussie fireman and Ironman athlete, and his 3-year-old son, Sam. Karina was extremely impressed with Steve's accomplishment as an athlete - who wouldn't be? - and we both absolutely adored Sam, who was the cutest thing since sliced bread (yes, literally). It was also nice to get a chance to talk to a legit Aussie. It seemed as though we met more foreigners on this trip than locals, I'm telling you! The train food was actually decent, and it didn't cost us an arm and a leg (for once)! Although it was more comfortable than the Greyhound, the air conditioning was unfortunately left on all night, and they did not provide blankets, so the two of us froze, and got about 4 hours of sleep between the two of us.
I shall take a break, and leave you here as we entered Alice Springs the next morning...

