Cape York

After a 2 days off in Bamaga we packed up camp, picked a set of jandals to wear and set off on our final leg to Cape York. More corrugated roads, leading to single lane tracks then we reached the tip, or at least the car park.  After a lot of missed messages due to bad coverage we finally got the Mitsy crew back together, bumped into Joel & Kelly in there silver Pajero, and Tommy in his older blue Pajero, they had just arrived at the cape car park, randomly at the same time.

We did it. Yeah Cape york.

We had a quick lunch and walked up the rocky track over the headland and past all the cairns, ( stone monuments ) and down to the tip. Posed for some photos. It was such a nice day James & I decided to go for a quick swim, despite the warnings of a 3m crock spotted there yesterday, it's was only a quick swim but we did it. We made it to the TOP OF AUSTRALIA ! woo hoo. We relaxed there at the tip for a bit while all the other groups left then we had it to our selves, very nice and quiet. Back over the rocky track making sure to snap up all the photo opportunities on the way to the truck, who waited patiently for us to get back. 

Swimming at the tip,Watch the current and the crocs. .

At the tip,

The older Pajero left us after our walk to the tip and headed to Bamaga and Cairns after visiting Thursday Island.  The two remaining Mitsy's drove down beach about 10km, and found a wicked spot to camp,  on the beach by a estuary for fishing

Just as I was pulling in to camp I hit a mangrove stump just right or just wrong and split my sidewall with a huge bang, crawling up out of reach of the high tide we parked up for the night and went fishing, changing the tyre can wait till tomorrow. 

Air jack in action, made short work of our flat tyre

 Mandatory selfie, had to take at least one. 

Proof photo 

After having a good crack at fishing we had no fish, we set the resident crab pots with no luck as well. Time to change the tyre, everything must come out of the boot to get to the spare, and tried out the air jack. Works well, alot easier that a bottle jack, especially on the sand.


The whole thing went easier than I expected but the tyre was stuffed. Brand new still got the tags on it and it's now rubbish. 

After lunch we went camping!, packed our swags and walked south waded through the river with our bags on our head, avoiding the crocs, over the rocky headland to camp out in our own private bay. 

The private bay 

Spent what was left of the day exploring, Snorkeling round the rocks for looking for coral crays, amongst the beautiful coral, I didn't find any but James found a feed of black lip oysters to put on the fire. After dark by the light of our campfire we caught 3 catfish for dinner and a spangled emperor first thing in the morning for breaky. We also notched some turtle tracks and nest hole. Was a very special little bay.

Rocky headland at our camp, looking south to the private bay

Sunset In the private bay. 

We had work to do back in Bamaga for the mechanic the same fella from the beach batch,  Bob I think is his name. So, Back across river, Back up beach, back to bamaga via the abandoned resort, which is an Eire place to walk through, gardens and trees all overgrown, roofs fallen in and it's a huge place and apparently the land belongs to Aboriginals and they had to walk away from it.
 We made it back to Bamaga and set up camp at the beach batch, ready for work the next day.

Didn't really know what to expect from the job but it turned out OK, the place was pretty much a wrecking yard, he paid us $100 to unbolt a old v8 land cruiser engine ready to be lifted out so he could fix another cruiser. We finished just after lunch so we popped back to camp for lunch and put lamb shanks in the camp oven and went back for the after work beers. They start early up here. The boss was so impressed with our work he got us back the next day to unbolt another engine, once again in a cruiser. Another $100 and some more beers, Pity he didn't have any more work for us or we would of stayed. 

The engine is still good by Bamaga standards

North from the cape 

South from the cape 

Rock sculptures 

Rocky headland at our camp, looking north to the cape. 

Abandoned resort at the cape, I might move in.

Back at the beach batch, sun set over Torris straight 

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