6 April 2012 – It’s been a miserable night last night. Between the heat, the trucks engine noise, the mozzies, the dust, I hardly slept. What a place. Let’s get the hell out of here.

6 April 2012 – It rained last night, mosquitoes love rain… Gees they’re everywhere.

I drive out to the next gorges, take lots of pictures and stop at Harmersley Gorge for a final swim. And damn I should have brought my waterproof bag Celine gave me, as the scenery is just fabulous. Picture this : you walk down a series of steps on a short track, leading down to the bottom of the river. There you start swimming. It’s shallow enough to walk at first but quickly you have to swim through, and you can’t touch bottom. The walls each side of this narrow river are at least 30m tall, the colors vary from dark red and black to amber, yellow and orange. The sun makes it all eery. Further downstream, the canyon narrows and it’s no wider than one meter now, then you climb down a ladder and end up in a massive rock pool, maybe 40m in diameter, with the cliff walls climbing up to 50m at least.

6 April 2012

April 3rd.

So everyone I met kept on talking about this most amazing park “oh my god you gotta go it’s insane”. Even my mate Kwentine back in … where is Kwentine these days anyways ? Belgium or France ? Anyways, apparently it’s a must. So okay fine, I’ll go to Karijini and be amazed. On my way out of the camping site, I bump into Daniel (?), my free-dive instructor in Noumea, with his wife. I point them to the direction of the shark cruise and off I go. Small world.