The last obstacle on the trek north is the Jardine River crossing. It’s crocodile infested and backed up with the (true) story of the bloke who was taken by a croc swimming across to the ferry with a spare part. The old vehicle crossing was treacherous at best. The Jardine has a strong current and is a wide crossing. Not for the faint hearted. There has been many a mishap over the years. So the crossing is officially closed but I’m hoping that the beer drinking red necks we shared the last two days on the Telegraph Track with decide to try it. So, it’s the ferry for us. This particular ferry is run by the local community who may soon knock Donald Trump off his financial perch. It cost us $149 for the 80m crossing. Sort of up the top end (no pun intended) of the range for ferry crossings. The Daintree crossing was a paltry $18. I guess they call it a captive market. And guess what? “him eftpos machine no workin’ today. You gotta pay cash”. And just in case you have any cash left, you could also fill up the car……for $2.50 per litre.

We were pleased we filled up in Weipa.