Waterhole

Last morning at Banka Banka we walked out to the waterhole - first thing before the heat.

We’ve driven three hours further Nth and holed up at a dingy caravan park behind a dingy roadhouse with even dingier amenities. Luckily it’s only one night. We’re totally self sufficient, but on a hot afternoon it’s good to plug in and run the aircon while waiting for the cool of evening.

We’re going to Bitter Springs at Mataranka tomorrow.

Footnote:
Banka is an anglicised version of the local indigenous word for bees. Hence Banka Banka means ‘many bees’. We didn’t see any. There were plenty of locusts about. The Whistling Kites we’re just flying around in circles with their mouths open getting their fill!