We left Mt Isa
and headed towards the Northern territory border, we were meant to stop off in Camooweal, however after we had passed the pub and driven over the first
bridge we were well and truly on our way to the border of Queensland and the Northern Territory.
Camooweal was famous in the past with drovers who would
muster cattle and bring them to various ports.
They were called Jackeroos or Jillaroos and had a hard time in the
outback mustering, branding and droving cattle.
See the article
below for more info on Camooweal
North-west
of Mount Isa, Camooweal is the last Queensland town before the Northern
Territory border. It was once the centre for enormous cattle drives travelling
south. Some say that the town is a suburb of Mount Isa, which would make the
188 kilometres of Barkly Highway between Mount Isa and Camooweal one of the
longest main streets in the world. To the south of town are the incredible
Camooweal Caves, a series of sinkhole caves that have evolved over millions of
years.
Northern Territory at last
After
fifteen and a half weeks we finally made it out of Queensland and into the
Northern Territory.
We stopped at
a free camp called Avon Downs on the 13th of June which was basic
but suited our needs for the night; the photo below shows the area that we
stopped at. As mentioned the camp was very basic and one has to be fully
self-contained with water and if you are staying out for a long period of time,
you would have to boost the batteries using either a solar panel or if need be
a generator.
The picture below is the
area designated for caravans and its proximity to the road.
The rest
stops like this one are provided every 120km so that if you feel tired you can
pull over and recuperate.
We had a
four legged friend come and visit us and after I had fed him a carrot, he and I
became best mates.
The sunsets
are really quite beautiful and the stars shine really bright at night, you can
almost imagine that you are on another planet with the total silence.
Below is a photo taken of our first sunrise in Northern Territory, very beautiful and we were very happy as our first real attempt at free camping was a success.
We left the
next day and made our way to
Three Ways Roadhouse, where we stayed for two nights. And from this stop we visited the small town of Tennent Creek the next day, which was once a
prosperous gold mine and still has gold in the surrounding hills. The area is very rich in gold mining history
and the hills have billions of dollars of gold reserve. Unfortunately with the
present price of gold it would not be feasible to mine the gold at this stage.
We visited an old
mine and processing plant which still had a battery mill that is operational
but not in use and saw how they processed the reef; much the same way as they
did in south Africa in the past century. They crushed the rock through
the stamping mill and allowed the crushed dust which is like very fine beach
sand to travel over a bed of mercury. The gold being heavier than the dirt
would settle in the mercury and eventually form a paste called amalgam. The amalgam was then boiled and the mercury
would be funneled out of the top vessel as mercury vapour. The mercury would then solidify and return to
its former self leaving the gold residue paste behind. Borax is then added to the gold paste and then heated in an oven until the gold melts
into a liquid form and then allowed to
cool off to form ingots. The gold bar is then brushed clean of the residue of
Borax or flux that surround it, leaving pure gold behind.
Shirley getting friendly with the mine mascot |
A loader from days gone by |
We left the kids on a balcony and went off for our mining tour (was only 1hour) |
The picture
bellow shows a grizzly where the rocks are broken to size with sledge hammers
to the correct size so as not to choke the crusher shown below
The crushed rock
is then transported to the battery mill by a conveyor belt to be crushed.
The pictures
above shows the crusher stamping mill from various angles and the bed where the
Mercury would be placed and the amalgam would then be scraped off.
On the way back to Three Ways Caravan park, I decide to stop off at a bottle store to get a few beers for
the evening only to find out that it was a dry town and one can only buy
alcohol at a bottle store between the hours of 2 pm and 3 pm. Evidently they
have a huge problem with the aboriginal and alcohol, the two do not mix. So if
you want to buy alcohol in this town then you have to provide some form of ID
and you are limited to what you can buy. You cannot buy wine in a 4 litre cask,
which is called a “goon box” as this pushes the alcohol limit over the maximum
limit. I was forced to buy a six pack for the equivalent of $30 from the
caravan park for that evening. So to some South African reading this blog can
you imagine paying an equivalent of approximately R1300 for a case of beers?....
Outrageous…...But when you are thirsty….What is a man meant to do?
The following day
we made our way to Daly Waters which is an iconic caravan park and frequented
by all caravaners making their way to Darwin.
It used to be an old telegraph station which connected South Australia
to the Northern Territory and is now a renowned pub with a lot of history. We booked in to the caravan park and told to
park in a single file in a dusty yard and leave your car coupled to the
caravan. There is only one distraction
here and that is the pub, so we parked the caravan as a huge dust storm hit us,
the caravan was instantly covered in red dust, and not too fussed with the
camping arrangement, we headed for the pub.
Parking arrangements in the caravan park at Daly Waters |
View from the front of the pub, note the helicopter on the old store |
Note the bras and
panties at the “reecepshun”. No needs for any shopping dear, Just pick one off
the wall.
More photos below of the pub
And of course there was a complete range of undies for men.
First for the day, what a relief |
Our entertainer for the evening |
We left Daly Waters the following day and made our way
to Mataranka, which is a caravan park that has a natural hot spring on the
premises.The springs come out of the ground at beautiful 34 degrees and you
can spend a whole day in the pool… It is absolutely perfect.
The picture below is of George Clooney testing out the
pool. Most guys have a six pack, however lucky for me I have a full keg.
While we were at camp we we had a visit from the local
peacocks which drove Whiskey absolutely crazy. However here is a picture of one
of these beauties
I thought that I would add a picture of our neighbours
caravan. He is from Darwin and has a steel manufacturing business and built
this monster to tow his race car and of course his living accommodation for when
he goes off road. Lets say that this van has every thing that you would ever
need, only one slight problem …..Where do you park the dam thing in a caravan
park?
This is the kind of caravan that would suite my mate
Gerry. Those of you who know him will
know exactly what I mean.
Our next stop is Katherine. Until then Au revoir.
Map of our trip this time.
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