We camped right next to the South Alligator River. This, in hindsight, was a BIG MISTAKE. If one mosquito sucks just 0.1ml of blood from a human, then I should have lost about 5kg that night. I cannot describe how many mozzie bites I have, so I won’t bother. Yes Mum – I still have good blood – whatever’s left of it.
During dusk, when crocs like to feed, John took the boys for (another) fishing attempt for barramundi.

They saw several crocs just swimming around.
And during the feast the mozzies were having, Harry took this photo, looking west (well, clearly) and you can see smoke from the many fires that burn through the dry season.