The park has bit of a conflict of interest, as it talks
conservation and breeding programs, and is also a working croc farm, selling
croc meat products (bbq packs), and croc, stingray, and eel fashion products
(handbags, wallets, belts, etc). Once
again Lily enjoyed holding a baby croc, while Sam was nowhere to be seen!
They have one pen full of hundreds of freshwater crocs all
milling around in and out of the water, trying to find a nice sunbathing place to warm up their reptilian
skins.
Next up was a visit to the main wharf area. You can drive
right on the wharf, where there are cafes and restaurants touting their wares
of croc, buffalo, snake meals,etc. Beautiful views of Darwin harbour from here.
Nearby, we visited Indo Pacific Marine, where we were taken
on a small tour of a coral reef display, and a video documentary. The kids
enjoyed touching the coral and feeding the snapping barramundi. Must admit
though, the display is looking a little tired since our last visit here.
With rumbling tummies we headed for a picnic in the botanic
gardens in the shade. Into our third week on the road now we are getting pretty
good at packing up a picnic for the day, always with ice bricks as it is still
so hot up here. The nights are particularly hot, and we are very grateful for
our caravan air conditioner.
We did a walk through the rainforest in the gardens,
admiring the foliage, and the beautiful frangipani trees of many colored
flowers.
On the way back out to Howard Springs we called in briefly
in the Charles Darwin national park, 42 square kilometres of bushland, boasting
beautiful views back over Darwin Harbour.
During the war it was the secret
hiding place of many bunkers that were filled with ammunition, so we were
interested to go into one and read about the different types of ammunition held
here, and about the different cultural views of why we go to war.
For the allies, we believe in only going to war to defend
our way of life, and to keep casualties to a minimum. We also believe strongly
in the Geneva Convention. The Japanese apparently didn’t adhere to either
policy, and they also believe it is a noble thing to go out and sacrifice their
lives for their emperor (who they believed was their god). Two very different
ways of looking at things.
Back to the van park for another swim, a game of squash, and
gathering up the very dry washing off the line before we head off again
tomorrow morning, retracing our steps south for a little while.
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