Day Five - Adcock and Galvans Gorges

after a quick stopover at adcock gorge (in which g was one and i did respectively), we discovered the glorious galvans gorge - a beautiful fish-filled plunge pool fed by a little cascade spilling down over hot rocks. it was nothing short of glorious!

some tour groups came and went (i can't imagine anything worse than arriving in paradise and having a tour group leader tapping his or her watch saying that you have x amount of minutes to enjoy yourself before the bus has to leave - shudder). g and i just chilled on up and then chilled on down, lapping up the sun and for much of the day having that slice of paradise all to ourselves.

our camera battery was running out of juice, so we thought we'd just plug it in at the next petrol station (of which there were only a few along the whole gibb river road) and charge it up. easier said than done. at the imintji petrol station, the waspish owner claimed that he couldn't risk plugging in our battery for fear of blowing it up with the irregular currents that their generator generated. fair enough, but how about the 5 fridges, stereo system, cash register and desktop fucking computer you've got running there in front of my eyes you mofo? (i thought). that's ok - we'll take the risk! (i said). he slid his greasy little eyes over jasper and my faggot lover - was that disgust i saw in his whitecunt eyes? - and replied "sorry - can't take the risk: the wife said so". where is the fat slut so i can cut her throat, before i cut yours? (i thought). ok, can i please use my credit card to pay for the diesel and icecreams? (i said). outside, a yard full of waspy tourist gerries were being served scones with jam and cream. one man said to me "they've got english scones - isn't it wonderful?" no it fucking isn't. (i thought). no it fucking isn't. (i said).

later in the day we arrived at aboriginal owned-and-run mt barnett roadhouse. when we walked in with our battery in hand, someone working there spotted it and asked "you want to plug that into the wall over there?" and: they had wedges. we spent a few hours lying on the grass waiting for the battery to charge while we ate frosty fruits, rainbow paddlepops and greasy, greasy wedges, drowning in tomato sauce. they had wedges.

we made it up to manning gorge for some dinner, star-gazing, and shuteye.

(1.3 seconds after this photo was taken i slipped off the rock and into the river)