After a few days at our secluded oasis, we moved on, refreshed. Only about 45k on was the Jardine River, where we would cross the river on the ferry, the only way across.
Approaching the river you come to a servo, which had no fuel when we were there, lucky we didn’t need any. The office is where you pay for the ferry crossing.
I fronted up and the attendant pointed to a list of prices. I scanned down the list and pointed to the one that said, single car/ vehicle for $110.00. he looked at me and said, you not a car, pointing to Ned. I looked again and the only other category that fitted was, other vehicle under 10 ton, for $220.00. I pointed at that, looked at him and asked, that him? He looked at me, hesitated, then said, I’ll class you as a car this time. Relieved and very thankful I paid him and wished him and his family well, and we proceeded to the ferry.
The ferry waited at the bottom of the steep incline down the bank, we rolled on and were off. The width of the crossing was not more than two lengths of the ferry, so the trip was over not long after it started. I won’t complain about the price as it includes the return journey and camping permits for the sites on aboriginal lands of the Injinoo people who run the service, and it beats swimming the river.
Not far on was the turn off to Mutee Head, one of the sites we were permitted to camp at. We turned off and soon found ourselves at the Point. A steep rocky track wound down to the beach, where a turnaround sported a couple of spots to camp. Backing up a short distance through soft sand we were half under a native cashew tree and side on to a million dollar view over the sand, looking over the ocean to Prince of Wales Island with Thursday Island behind. This we decided, we would make our home for, well, till we moved on.
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