the water goes up and down in King Sound ... the crocs swim underneath at the Derby jetty ... but you can't see them ...
the water is chocolatey in a King tide brown ... the tourists snap away and eat Barra chips ... and birds nest in the hollows of the salt munched wood of the Derby Jetty.
Came back from the Kimberleys and it rained this morning ... three weeks elsewhere.
look up your atlases ... you won't see Jen ... she's in a dungeon in Norway ... you may see Pia, she's in paradise in Narooma ... Matt's in Poland, Beck is off to India ... Kat is off to the Simpson ... people are going paces and places.
I saw - the Bungle Bungles .... Mitchell Falls ... the sea at Kalumburu, a few waterfalls, Keep River and Gregory, Zebedee and a cool kid called Harry from Brisbane ... his mad mother and horror-film quoting brother.
I bought a new map but ... Pilbara ... maybe after I see some more desert
... morgen.
who is Brendan Phelan?
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