Eaten alive by mozzies

No more rainforests, or rain for that matter. The scenery had changed to dry countryside with lots of grass and scattered trees, termite mounds and road trains up to 50m long. We stopped for lunch in a tiny little country town of Georgetown, which turned out to be a 'bit' smaller than we expected. On the map it looked bigger. We were running low in our food supplies and we realised that we should have stocked up back in Cairns. There would be a lot of driving before the next town. 

Around sunset we arrived in another tiny little cattle town, Normanton, mostly populated by indigenous Australians. It is also home to Krys the Savannah King, largest salt water crocodile captured in the world, 8,63m.

We camped by Norman River. Gigantic locusts were everywhere. Also, by the river there were millions and millions of mozzies trying to suck us dry. I'm not exaggerating! I have never seen so many mosquitoes in my life. After some desperate battling against the mosquitoes in the van we put up a tent and slept in there. No mozzies in the tent, however I was a bit worried about crocodiles. 

The battlefield.

In the morning we kept driving towards the Gulf of Carpentaria.