This is the blog of Mark Wordsworm, the travelling worm. I’m a 25-year-old bookmark and can proudly boast my own Hallmark serial number, 95 HBM 80-1. You’ll probably want to read all about me and my Travelling Companion (the TC) .
Today’s travel notes
Peg, the TC and I have all been in Darwin, in Australia’s “Top End”, for the past week. The TC, bless her cotton socks, booked herself on a Spectacular Jumping Crocodile Cruise. As is her wont, she took me along. I consented to pose in front of the bus for the obligatory snapshot, then retreated to the safety of my book nestled deep in the TC’s bag. Peg was nowhere to be seen. She’s a very together type of gal and knows when to keep herself out of harm’s way.
My impressions? The Northern Territory’s salties are horrifyingly beautiful.
Believe it when they tell you not to put your arm out over the side of the boat.
The book I’m in
Past Caring, by Robert Goddard. Definitely a “the thot plickens” type of book. This worm recommends it whole-heartedly.
Me and the only type of jumping croc that I allow anywhere near me:
We were lucky enough to have the one and only Rod as our bus driver and guide. He knows a great deal about the bush, the swamps and the history of Darwin. I was sorry when the tour ended, because he’d only been able to relate a fraction of the stories he knows of Darwin and surrounds. The photo below shows us driving over the dyke at Fogg Dam. Rod told us all about the doomed Humpty Doo rice project, of which Fogg Dam is part. People built the dyke to control the water in the Adelaide River wetlands, so that they could grow rice. Alas, after the first big wet season most of the rice ended up in the Timor Sea. Did you notice the crocodile toys on the dashboard? We were very soon to see the real thing!
A pretty little Jacana bird wanders through an idyll soon to be shattered:
A late-blooming Lotus lily lures and lulls the unwary:
But wait. Take a closer look at those low-lying dark humps at the middle right:
Oh yes, the TC has spotted her first crocodile.
Next stop, the reception room for the Spectacular Jumping Crocodiles Cruise:
Then out onto a reassuringly solid-looking boat:
Gotcha! We walked straight on through that boat and onto the much more intimate craft that would ferry us around the croc-infested banks of the Adelaide River:
The TC, of course, was delighted. So much more real. So much more opportunity to get close to the crocs. Better photographs. Yada yada yada.
Sure enough, we were but a couple of metres off the mooring point when this charmer hove into view:
That was when yours truly, the Travelling Worm, huddled deeper into my book and did my utmost not to attract the TC’s attention. It’s at times like this that she’s apt to whip me out and parade me in front of whatever’s going on, to snap that killer photograph. (Aah, bad choice of words on two counts, worm!)
From this point on it’s all go:
For the faint of heart, here’s a still of the same crocodile:
For the tender of heart, here are some baby crocodiles. They’re hatchlings, about 6 inches long:
Aah, so cute! Beware, mum is not far away:
Isn’t she gorgeous? Here’s the video:
So, if you ever see a footprint like this:
Then look out for a poser like this:
Now I’m back home in the arms of my loved ones. Drool has had his nose put out of joint by my tale of creatures more prehistoric even than he. Peg is, as so often, my anchor:
That’s all for today dudes.