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The woman at the tourist information shop in down town Cook Town suggested we travel about about 85 K north of cook Town to see the coloured sands and to stay at a place called Eddys Camp. she gave us a mud map plan saying the gravel road were on problem as they had just been graded . As it the Monday of a long weekend we decided to go. Eddy is a old aboriginal man who allows people to camp on his land for $10 PP a night.
The drive out was interesting itself as it was quite scenic and passed through a Aboriginal Community town called Hope Town. Eddys camp is right on the beach and we had the pick of spots to camp as all the campers except for a large family croup had left to make their way home. We paid for a camp site then went off to look at the coloured sands.
This is the first time The ute has ever been used in 4WD, we were driving through sand tracks along the mud flats and beach with a couple of water crossings thrown in. When we got back to the camp after seeing all he sights we backed up between the paper back and palm trees and about 3 meters from the would be waters edge when the tide came in.
Eddy himself came down to say gday, and we spoke in length about aboriginal hand outs and how it was no good what we white people are doing as its made his race lazy and greedy. It was interesting to find out that the fresh water at the camp is pumped from a spring that is actually in the ocean. when the tide is out they just pump fresh water out.
We enjoyed a relaxing afternoon in the cool of thee shading trees, late in the arvo some bloke turned up with a camper van, and as dark fell he was looking for fire wood., We told him about a wood pile already cut for people to use. He had a roaring fire going when we went to bed. At about 130 am I woke to watch this bloke was pouring fluid on the fire making it really flame up. with Teresa also awake we watched for a good hour or more, he was there on his own just pouring and pouring fluid non stop. He did go to bed, but his actions gave us a restless nights sleep. In the morning he was up again pouring unleaded fuel direct from a large jerry can. Strange man indeed
T and M
The woman at the tourist information shop in down town Cook Town suggested we travel about about 85 K north of cook Town to see the coloured sands and to stay at a place called Eddys Camp. she gave us a mud map plan saying the gravel road were on problem as they had just been graded . As it the Monday of a long weekend we decided to go. Eddy is a old aboriginal man who allows people to camp on his land for $10 PP a night.
The drive out was interesting itself as it was quite scenic and passed through a Aboriginal Community town called Hope Town. Eddys camp is right on the beach and we had the pick of spots to camp as all the campers except for a large family croup had left to make their way home. We paid for a camp site then went off to look at the coloured sands.
This is the first time The ute has ever been used in 4WD, we were driving through sand tracks along the mud flats and beach with a couple of water crossings thrown in. When we got back to the camp after seeing all he sights we backed up between the paper back and palm trees and about 3 meters from the would be waters edge when the tide came in.
Eddy himself came down to say gday, and we spoke in length about aboriginal hand outs and how it was no good what we white people are doing as its made his race lazy and greedy. It was interesting to find out that the fresh water at the camp is pumped from a spring that is actually in the ocean. when the tide is out they just pump fresh water out.
We enjoyed a relaxing afternoon in the cool of thee shading trees, late in the arvo some bloke turned up with a camper van, and as dark fell he was looking for fire wood., We told him about a wood pile already cut for people to use. He had a roaring fire going when we went to bed. At about 130 am I woke to watch this bloke was pouring fluid on the fire making it really flame up. with Teresa also awake we watched for a good hour or more, he was there on his own just pouring and pouring fluid non stop. He did go to bed, but his actions gave us a restless nights sleep. In the morning he was up again pouring unleaded fuel direct from a large jerry can. Strange man indeed
T and M
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