DAY 7 TO COOKTOWN

Wallabies were hopping around the lawns during the night, but disappeared by morning.  We set off down the road, and Peter soon turned onto a little track to take us to Low Lake, a lovely spot where he was hoping we'd see a crocodile, but no.  They all duck underwater when we come along.  


Finally at lunchtime beside Normanby river, after crossing so many creeks and rivers, and seeing so many beaches with nary a sighting, we finally saw a croc. 

Freshwater crocodile on Normanby river


 I still say we haven't seen one, because this one was reasonable small, and was a freshwater croc, recognisable by the narrow snout- they are not dangerous although you wouldn't want to pat one.  


We visited Old Laura station, now deserted but with some buildings still standing.  A surprise here was the donkey behind the building, being unpacked by her owner.  They are WALKING to Cape York!  I think I've seen this old guy on TV some time ago.  The donkey carries a huge load of tent and supplies, and he walks beside her.

A man and his best friend. "She's not a pet."
He has few teeth, and little time for people.  After being surrounded by people taking photos and asking questions, he politely asked us to go away, he needed peace to set up his camp. What a character.

                           Isabella Falls
Isabella Falls was a lovely sight in the afternoon before we hit the highway and headed for Cooktown, a remarkably welcome sight.  Here we were to stay in an airconditioned motel with "seaview" rooms- actually estuary view, but water nonetheless.  Lovely sunset photos.  

                      Cooktown sunset
That evening, our last of the tour, Peter took us for a farewell dinner in a very nice restaurant down by the water. The weather had closed in and it was very blowy, but apparently that's normal for Cooktown.


Bob and Chris enjoying final dinner




 

Final dinner- with Peter the ace driver/guide