Sunday, November 05, 2006

Tales of Mungo Brush: Part 2

We originally had big plans for this holiday. We were going to go up to Brampton Island and lay around with drinks in our hands while other people looked after us. When it came down to it though, it was getting too hard matching the dates they had available with the leave we could get from each of our respective jobs. The whole point of the holiday was to unwind after a fairly stressful period, so we figured let's just make it easy on ourselves and go somewhere we've been before that we know and like. So back we went to Mungo Brush campground at Myall Lakes.

We had much better weather this time. The water's still pretty cool but at least this time we had warm enough days to get in and enjoy it anyway. And the warmer weather also brought with it loads of wildlife. And I seriously mean loads. We had several dingoes milling about (especially at meal times when they could smell our sausages cooking), several pairs of ducks (that was very cute - they always travelled in pairs) one of which was a type I'd never seen before - the markings made them look like they were wearing little capes with button fronts, enormous spiders, so many birds with exotic calls that we would lie deafened in the tent from 4 'til 7 every morning, a couple of huge lace monitor lizards, a dolphin, and schools of australian salmon so large we could see the dark clouds of them moving through the water from our spot on the dunes. The ranger came round to let us know the latter was attracting enormous bull sharks and that some person had already been chased out of the water right up onto the beach by one. She also warned us to stay together around the dingoes who were a bit hungry at the moment (!!!) and to watch out for one of the local snakes, the death adder. So all in all rather death defying that we made it back home in one piece.

So here are the photos:

A view from one of the bushwalks - it's a very steep climb up and then nearly complete 360 degree views:

Perfect dunes that go up into the sky:

Hubby reeling in the big one:

Said big one:

The long, long coastline to nowhere:

Brushing teeth back at camp. Not quite Lolita but never mind:

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