Nimbalu Wimbalu Bimbaloo - 7th July 2016

Woke up in the Caravan again, in the comfort of our own beds. Ben discovered that it gets hot very quickly, and that canvas does little to insulate against this (yes, guess who's writing this one!).  Feeling as today was going to be one of the more 'free days' (as not much was scheduled, and we didn't need to be anywhere at a set time), it was decided that this would be the morning where we would indulge in the consumption of eggs and bacon (along with some slightly stale, but still edible, bread).

Hopping into the car, we once again set off on the 4 kilometre drive to the station. once arriving, Mum impatiently waited as the lady finished talking to other customers, before she enquired about some of the surrounding walking tracks and more importantly, where the scenic places are (so she can show-boat about).

Being directed toward a gorge that is apparently scenic (although not very during the dry season), we set off toward Nimbalu-wimbalu-kimbalu-limaloo (one of those) gorge. During the way toward

Bimbaloo gorge, we once again passed  the only hill thus far with mobile coverage.  Trying to fill their need of internet, Mum and Larry madly started trying to update their status, and do important things (same order as names listed).  Realising that Mum uploading large files of herself posing in various positions, in an attempt to show that she's enjoying her holiday, she subsequently chewed up bandwidth, and thus made Larry's calls timeout, making me suggest that maybe she should go stand somewhere a bit further away.

After Larry had finished with the call (which was to enquire about possibly extending our stay at a powered site at El Questro), we once again set off toward Bimbaloo gorge. Once we arrived, we quickly stuffed our bags full of food and water, and rock-hopped off into the distance. Arriving at one of the main gorges, we did all of that typical touristy posing stuff.  Although the touristy brochure said we could swim in the pools the reasonably stagnant water was somewhat off putting  and so we headed back toward the car, to return back to the campsite. We made a stop off before getting there, at another gorge (that I'm sure has a name), and had a brief look at the water (not so scenic sight).  We saw a couple of barramundi swim by - they looked very smug that we didn't have any fishing gear with us.

Once back at the station, we went to the pool, mum did all of that typical Facebook "Look at me, look how comfortable I am, don't you wish you were me" photos [citation: her Facebook page].

Mum then shouted us a delicious lunch at Dusty's - not quite like the burger Larry saw on the website but still pretty damn good.  We headed back to camp to sit and digest and snooze and pretty much do absolutely nothing.   About 4.30pm we dragged our chairs down to the river edge and watched the tide go out and the sun go down and turn the Cockburn ranges all reddy and purply. We had  Kebabs and rice for dinner.

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