Camping in Kakadu National Park, where you could pitch your tent in any clearing, so I did. Very basic, as in no services provided, but it made for excellent solitude, and a lot of rustle from the bush at night.
My tent has a story of its own. Handed down to me from a couple who used to do pro bono work in Arnhemland in the 70s. She was a teacher, he was a doctor, and they didn't need their tent anymore, so they gave it to me. I met them in Queensland, and stayed with them for a couple of days. Nice people. |
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