Croc country camping holiday provides plenty of snapshot opportunities
WHEN we were planning our current family camping trip across northern Australia, the kids asked with nervous excitement whether we would see any crocodiles.
The Top End is crammed with crocs and the kids have gone totally snap happy. They’re experts now on “sal- ties” and “freshies”, reeling off stats about bite power and potential damage.
Mind you, it’s taken a bit of training to turn them into mini Bindi Irwins. Their fa- ther set them little tests. Dad: “Hey kids, when you pat a crocodile, do you pat its head or its tail?”
Kids: “Its tail?” Dad: “WRONG! You NEVER pat a crocodile!” Their first encounter came on the way to Kakadu at a boat ramp.
About 15m away, a saltwa- ter crocodile slid out from under a platform of water lilies. The kids screamed and fled. Brilliant, we thought. Tick. They’ve seen one now and they’re terrified enough to keep clear.
Next we took a boat trip on Kakadu’s Yellow Water. That place is so chockers with crocs that even the kids gave up counting.
In Darwin we visited Crocosaurus Cove, home to hundreds of them, several the size of minibuses – including Burt, the retired star of Crocodile Dundee.
We realised croc complacency was kicking in when at popular swimming spot Wangi Falls. A sign warned of a freshie lurking on the left side of the waterhole. No problem, said our kids, paddling off to the right with the rest of the tourists. Now they’re more terrified of cane toads. But that’s another story.