Day 181 5/6/14 – Florence Falls – Douglas Hot Springs NT

The boys new that this would be the last time they saw their BFF, Finn, at least until they come to visit us in Bris-Vegas on the way through, so after getting their swarm style school work done, they played happily away while we packed up ready to hit the road.

Originally we were going to head to the Daly River to catch some barra, but all reports were that unless you were willing to fish it really really really hard, don’t bother going...with a 7 and 9 yr old as my fishing team with me merely as the boat driver we decided to skip it and head for greener pastures. (Note: they had also had the Barra Nationals on the previous weekend with a few hundred people of the water scaring the absolute.........out of every fish there and despite fishing for three days straight most boats only managed to get one or two aboard, the winner only got three!)

Our greener pastures was Tjuwaliyn (Douglas) Hot Springs which is about 30km from the highway and (I think) forms part of the tributary of the Daley River. After a picnic lunch in Adelaide River we rolled south down the Stuart Highway and were at the hot springs mid afternoon for a relaxing dip after setting up. So far this trip hot springs have meant neatly organised ponds and waterfalls like at Zeebeede or Katherine hot springs, but this one was totally different!

It took us a while to figure it out but there was a natural flowing river, cold water that it, that at different points flowed into other ‘creeks’ that were made up of 100% artesian water. The artesian water was flowing direct from the molten core of the earth and was boiling hot as it bubbled up through the earth. When I say boiling I mean kettle boiling; do you know that feeling you get when you have filled the sink with water to do the dishes and you stick your hands in and after a few seconds you withdraw them rapidly and do a strange dance around the kitchen, the delay only coming as all of your nerve ends have been seared by the unexpectedly hot water.....like that but hotter. 

The main creek had 8 different springs flowing into it, similar to what you see below, before its origins could no longer be discovered by the thick undergrowth. The warmth of the water caused all kinds of algae and other green stuff to thrive giving the water a strange science fiction style look about it.


De found the perfect intersection between the two water temperatures and relaxed there while the above exploring and figuring taking place! 

We exited and headed back to camp with the bosy delighted to find that another family had moved in not far from our camp. About an hour later a convoy of about 7 troupies (Landcruiser Troop Carrier) as well as a mini bus pulled in and if our 6 kids yesterday were as swarm then this was a hive of aboriginal kids piled out of them. In a matter of minutes a small tent city had been erected across from us with two raging fires burning for the ‘boys’ and ‘girls’ camp.

They had just driven over from Port Keats, a small community on the western side of the ‘NT Peninsula’. I had a chat with a couple of the kids as they wondered by and they had never seen a caravan before so the boys and I showed them inside. They were amazed by a  few things; 1. How we all travelled around in this small house sleeping all in one room (which kind of surprised me) 2. That Sam was on the top bunk not Jack..I tried to explain the concept that they shared go’s but why the older had to share with the younger seemed a bit foreign and then the gas fridge was amazing to them! They  stepped outside and yelled
something out in their native tongue and a few seconds later we had about 15 ten to fifteen yr old girls clambering into our van to have a look. A few seconds later the grumpy white school teacher arrived giving them a lecture about stranger danger and all other good things.


In the afternoon we were joined by the parents of the kids (sorry I have forgotten their names) who the boys were playing with. We chatted while Jack and I prepared a yummy dinner from Viv Moon’s cook book for Chicken and Beer in the camp oven.  I think it had been 11 from 12 late nights in a row for the boys so we pulled the plug on them early knowing there are a few more in stall this weekend! 

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