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2002 Travels September 20 – October 2

FRIDAY 20 SEPTEMBER TO WEDNESDAY 2 OCTOBER     KARUMBA

It was so good to spend some time in a settlement where we could move about freely again, and where we could buy some proper food.

Although the shops at Karumba and Normanton were not extensive, we were able to stock up on some of the basics that had been depleted during our Doom time. Most importantly, we were able to buy meat and seafood.

The main establishment at Karumba Point was the Sunset Tavern and the fish and chip shop, which we patronized – very good tucker! Long time since we’d had take away….

As the name suggests, we were able to spend some happy hour times having a beer outdoors at the Tavern, watching the brilliant sunsets over the Gulf.

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There was a seafood outlet in Karumba proper – a sort of fishermen’s co-op. We were able to buy a nice supply of frozen Gulf prawns. John thus had garlic prawns for his 62nd birthday, while we were here.

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A few good meals there!

We did some touring around and sightseeing from this Karumba base.

We drove back into Normanton a couple of times, where we drove around looking at the various landmarks. The Purple Pub was notable. So was the life-sized statue of a huge crocodile – Krys (named for the woman who shot and killed it in the 1950’s) was over 8.5 metres long.

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Shire Offices and Kris the crocodile

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We admired the historic Burns Philp store in Normanton. This trading store and warehouse was built by the company in the 1880’s, by the port area in the river. In those days, goods for these parts came by sea. Burketown had originally, briefly, been the port for the Gulf country, until a major typhoid fever outbreak in the 1860’s, caused its abandonment, and replacement as Gulf port by Normanton.

We found it rather surprising that Normanton’s several substantial buildings had survived the ravages of cyclones.

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Visited the Normanton Station – again, quite substantial. It was built in the 1880’s, to be a transport link between the port at Normanton and the major gold rush centre of Croydon, to the east. There was some intention that a rail line would also go south to Cloncurry, and thus connect there to the railway system to the east coast, but that link never eventuated.

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Normanton Railway Station

As the gold fields around Croydon declined, so too did the use of the railway. Now it is a tourist attraction, home of the historic Gulflander train that runs to Croydon and back, once a week.

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The Gulflander train at Normanton Railway Station

We thought about doing the trip on the train, but decided against it, as the train goes to Croydon one day, and returns the next. Travellers stay overnight in Croydon, or catch a bus back to Normanton. That part did not really appeal. We figured we would be driving basically the same route when we left here, anyway.

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The Gulflander

By the road between Normanton and Karumba, we often saw big groups of brolgas – more than we’d ever previously seen gathered together in one place.

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Brolgas by the Karumba road

One day, we drove some way – about 60kms – out along the Burke Development Road, to the NE, just to see what it was like. It was unsealed, of course, and rather monotonous, through the flat coastal plains. This “back route” from Karumba through to the Atherton Tablelands, along the Mitchell River, was one we’d had some thoughts of driving, sometime, although we’d had conflicting reports about the wisdom of trying to tow the van through the Mitchell River crossing.

We explored Karumba, of course. Drove and saw the operation of the Century Mine here. The ores from the mine near Adels Grove, were piped from there to Karumba, as a slurry. Here they were dried out, then loaded onto a type of barge, to be transported out to ships waiting out in deeper water – about 45kms out! It was just an industrial style building, beside the Norman River – there was really not much to see.

The weather was clearly heating up. I availed myself of the park’s swimming pool a few times.

We did some beach walking, for exercise, in the mornings, or later in the afternoons. The beach was a narrow sandy one, that stretched for quite a distance to the NW. It was a delight to be able to freely walk places, without fear of “locals” and their dogs!

We spent a number of evenings watching the sunset over the Gulf, from various coastal vantage points. Karumba had to have some of the best sunset vistas we had ever seen, and we did not get sick of watching the sun sink into the waters of the Gulf.

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We took a tour of the barramundi farm, in Karumba. As the name suggested, it was a place that was experimenting with breeding and growing barramundi – a fish that was still mostly caught in the wild rather than farmed. Clearly, if methods of successfully farming barramundi could be established, it would be a significant industry, as they are such a prized eating fish.

A feature at the farm was Emily, the blind barramundi matriarch, who swam around in her tank, with her five much smaller male companions.

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Emily the blind barramundi

Also at the farm, one could hold food aloft and a brown kite would fly in and take it from the hand.

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John had a brief flirtation with the idea of buying the Post Office, which was for sale, along with its associated air freight business. He really liked the laid-back atmosphere of Karumba. I tended to focus more on things like cyclone events, the wet season and isolation, and distance from family! Being the practical – realistic? – one, does become tedious at times, though. Guess someone has to do it?

Karumba was a pleasant place to visit – once – but not somewhere I would want to live.

We did refuel at Karumba Point, while there. Diesel was 96.9cpl. We hadn’t seen it under a dollar for ages!

We heard that fisheries inspectors were pulling over rigs on the road out of Karumba and checking fridges and freezers to make sure that travellers were not taking away illegal quantities of fish. Good to know they were cracking down on this.

We spaced out the things we did find to do whilst in Karumba, interspersed with hot days of doing very little. Apart from enjoying the comparative civilization, we were waiting out the school holidays, before moving on to the busier east coast areas.

Over our time at Sunset Point, the place definitely began to empty out – particularly of the people from down south who had come for the “winter” and fishing. Apparently the onset of the hot weather was the signal for them to head out.

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Karumba sunset – and pelicans


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1998 Travels July 16

THURSDAY 16 JULY     SILVER PLAINS CAMP

We pottered about in the morning. It was a hot day.

Drove back up to the house to get drinking water. Also – to check that we could find our way back there! Des has guests staying at the house and the men were away, fishing. We talked with the lady visitor staying there, for a while. She has three young children, two of whom have the flu, and one a baby of 4 months. So she is not having a great time!

She told us that the lease was owned by an American, who inherited it from his father. To meet the lease terms, he’d had to spend money on the tourist operation, hence the new house, but he was not really interested in the property. Guess the buy back has done him a favour!

Her husband has been coming here for 17 years, to fish, from NSW. He better make the most of this trip, then, because it may well be the last!

D used to live in the old homestead, next to this one, a tin clad job. She said that even that was flash by Cape standards. D’s wife died not long back and is buried here; we saw a grave marker as we came in. I wonder what will happen to that when D has to leave?

In the early afternoon, went down to the tidal boat mooring area. We were there when D and his guest returned from fishing downstream, in the small tin punt. They had barramundi and crabs. D asked us if we had a fridge. Upon being told yes, he gave us a barramundi. He also had some bait fish to give John. He still had some of the bait he uses in his crab pots – great chunks of topside steak, still frozen!

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John with the gift barramundi. D all wrapped up against the sandflies.

We took the fish back to camp, where we measured it at 80cms long. John cleaned it and I cut it up into pieces that would fit in the fridge – after that, there was not much room left. Certainly, there is enough for at least four good meals.

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Measuring the barra before it is cleaned

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John cleaning the barra, at a distance from camp. They have really large scales.

We then drove back to the tidal creek reach. John really wanted to catch one of these specimens for himself! Though part of the challenge is now gone, since we now have as much as we can eat, anyway! The size of the barra rather makes the Hann Crossing yellow belly look puny.

John fished. He did not find this easy, with lots of trees around to get tangled up in, plus the several mooring ropes in the creek, for the big boat. He managed to decorate some trees, and mooring ropes with assorted tackle items and bait fish!

I remained in Truck, knitting, with the windows up, because of the sandflies abounding in this area.

John had two rods going – both pretty light weight, in my view, for the size and aggression of fish in these parts. I have some knowledge here, having fished on Melville Island and caught big fish. John had one rod propped up on a folding camp stool. I ventured out of Truck and warned him that tropical fish do not usually give polite little tugs and nibbles, like the ones down south – so such an arrangement might be somewhat naive. No – he knew what he was doing, I was told!

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Rod ready for take off

Suddenly, the propped-up rod took off like a javelin, straight out about 3 metres, before it landed on the water and sailed away upstream! It paused for a while, near some root snags on the other side, before disappearing under the water.

The look on John’s face when the rod flew off was hysterically funny. That old saying about the jaw dropping……I was laughing too much to use the camera.

We used the binoculars to try to see the rod, and thought we caught a glimpse – hard to tell in the roots. Nothing could be done to try to find the rod until the tide went out, and with it any nasties that might lurk.

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Trying to spot the rod in the distance. Last seen near trees on bend.

We speculated greatly about what fishy monster might have taken the rod. Barra? Mangrove Jack? Certainly something of the hit and run variety.

Fish bites were not all we gained, either. The sandflies didn’t stop to watch the comedy unfold, but zoomed in. This will become one episode in our trip that will never be forgotten – even after we stop itching.

We started  eating the barra for tea. Just lightly dredged with flour and pan fried in butter. John had a few fries with his – of course, I am now out of potatoes, just when I really need them. Good planning there, Wendy!

I am finding that my appetite has disappeared. Don’t know if it is the heat, or if I have picked up a bug. A small piece of fish was quite enough for me tonight, with nothing else.

After dark, we cracked a bottle of Yellow – bought from Yellowglen at Ballarat. This much travelled bubbly celebrated our first ever feed of barra.

Then John hung up the shower bag from the roof rack and removed all fishy traces from himself. At least, he does not have to worry about an audience here.

There were lots of frogs hopping around camp and many bush night noises again, but we slept well.