Happy and safe travels took place between Darwin and Cairns. It was a textbook journey including, but not limited to: 2 belgian backpackers (Ludo and Arnaud), 2 National/State parks, 225km of dirt road, 1 bag of goon (boxed wine), 3 square meals a day, 1 dinosaur museum visit, 1cracked windshield, 2 wallabies petted, 2 campfires and 2 and a half free campsites, and dozens of roadtrains passed. We started the trip with a mandatory stop at the famed magnetic termite mounds in Litchfield park (better known for croc feeding), and then booked it towards the red centre until Threeway. The Queensland border was welcome, but the monotany of savannah grasslands didn't fully end until we reached the foothills of the great dividing range. The 4 of us enjoyed the Porcupine (misnomer) NP camp along the Kennedy Developmental road. The road itself had an identity crisis, and wasn't decided on single lane paved, fully dirt or straight country highway with lines. The savannah faded away as the eucalyptus trees became denser and taller eastwards, until we hit the foothills. The pastures of the foothills were reminiscent of a tropical Scotland, and the road was woven into the patchwork of emerald polygon fields, and Kent's arms ached as we twisted through the landscape. Further down the road, we were all taken aback by the mammoth mountains heading into Cairns, and Kent's arms ached some more. After a fairly standard night out on the town (beer, mates, dancing women) we're acclimatising ourselves for a trip to the outer edge of a little reef near by you might have heard of called the Great Barrier. Then there is a monster truck show in town that we might have a look at.
From here we shall head south along the coast.
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