Camper Trailer Australia — December 2017

and watched the landscape change so many

times, that it seemed impossible that we'd

been away less than two weeks. The sense of

achievement was satisfying as we stood on the

rocky headland and watched the waves crash.

When you get here, take the time to appreciate

the landscape and the trip you've undertaken.

Photos with the sign were a must, proof that we

had made it. In order to get here, we'd battled

mud, sand, water, dust holes, cane toads, and

each other. This was time for back slapping and

photo taking, and of course, time to sit quietly

and ponder how fortunate we are to live in such

a vast and beautiful country in which a journey

like this is possible. When you get here, take the

time to appreciate the landscape and the trip

you've undertaken.

SEE SOMETHING YOU NEED?

BUY IT NOW!

Unsurprisingly, the further north you go, the

distance between the shops increases, and

the harder it is to get supplies. When we got

to Bamaga and I realised the tiny supermarket

stocked Nippy's iced-coffee, you best believe

I stocked up the Wrangler's fridge in such a

fashion that my co-travellers were grumbling

about the lack of space for you know, necessary

food. After you cross the Jardine River on

the ferry, Bamaga and Seisia are your main

options for stocking up. In Bamaga you'll find

a petrol station, supermarket, pharmacy, a

great bakery (more on that later), and a shop

where you can buy souvenirs, ice-creams, Avril

Lavigne CDs, and thongs. Thank the gods too,

because I busted a plugger running to convey

comms on the Old Tele Track, and it had been

an uncomfortable few days ever since. Though

you'll no doubt have a supply of essentials

already in the back of the 4WD, Bamaga and

Seisia are a welcome sight for a treat or two.

EVERYTHING WANTS

TO KILL YOU

This is a slight exaggeration, but as with any

beautiful and remote landscape, there's a

healthy dose of danger with the delights. The

obvious of course are the salties, although

there's a plethora of snakes and spiders that

are more than ready to make your trip a misery

should you get in their way. What I wasn't

prepared for though, was the possibility of

being trampled to death as I slept, by rogue

horses. It was up near Bamaga at Loyalty Beach

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