In the land of Anbangbang

Where are you waiting for the Mayan end of the world today? We chose Kakadu park. It feels already like the end of the world anyway. The driver said 800 km to drive in a park of 20.000 kmq.

Light rain today and long straight roads through Aboriginal land. Long lonely highways, north to south and east to west. In a couple of weeks these roads will not exist any longer, covered by 2 metres of water fallen from the sky. We are just at the edge of the inevitable.

Kakadu is not like the Daintree rainforest and has none of its giant trees, but this is Crocodile Dundee's land, so watch out for crocs and Aborigines.

Crocodiles are big, smart and dangerous and you are part of the food chain here. Crocodiles have sensors to detect movement, they swim under water with not a single wave on the surface, they can jump out of the water in no time and grab an arm or a leg of yours. But no worries, a croc stomach fills up with just about an arm, so it will not eat the whole of you. It will simply kill you, eat a bit and leave your body floating on the murky waters for other crocs to also have a go at you.

Aborigines had a hard time with the white man, his guns, booze and germs. And with his rule of law, not recognizing their properties or citizenship rights for longtime. Aborigines tell stories. They painted them on their rocks for millennia, now they paint on items for sale. Then they tell stories on what those paintings mean, different stories to children, to adults, to whites. Maybe they take us all for a ride.

A bit like our blue eyed, sun tanned, sharp tongue driver guide going by the name of Matt.