We have finished the tour really, just the helicopter flight from Naturalist Island to the Mitchell Platreau airstrip, then a 2-hour flight back to Broome.

This is a picture of our ship, with one which carries over a hundred passengers behind it.

Our crew were staying on with the replacement group of guests looking much more frail and much less mobile than our group was.

The helicopter ride was my first for over twenty years, and was very exciting.  Several helicopters were using the beach at Naturalist Island for sight-seeing tours (for the larger ship), and to transfer the 19 passengers from our tour the half-hour flight to the airstrip, including scenic loops over the Mitchell Falls

On the Michell Plateau the waterfalls are spectacular seen from the ground, but less so from the air, despite their being the greatest drop over multiple levels in Western Australia.

Best seen from the ground, I think.

The aeroplane journey from the airstrip was in a small-but-12-seater ‘plane., over the Kimberley coastline up which we had just travelled, including a figure-of-eight loop over the Horizontal Falls (Kimberley Day 8).

It was interesting to try to identify points of interest seen previously at ground level (water level?).  Above in the centre is an area of mangrove previously seen as a dry mud area, as we stayed overnight anchored to the channel on the left (Kimberley Day 11).

This scenery was easy, though:

Here are the Horizonal Falls.  The top section of water is widely open to the sea (left section in the upper photo., with watercraft visible).

The central section, although seawater, is only connected to the sea by a narrow passage.  As the tide rises, and gradient is created down into the middle patch of water, and down an even tighter passageway to the lowest lake/bay.  In the lower picture it’s possible to make out a boat heading towards the gap between the hills (even though you cannot see the gap itself).  Boats pass through the outer gap (as you saw us do on Day 8).  Eventually the levels equilibrate, then the flows reverse as the tide falls.

These days, no-one goes through the inner rapid-flow section, since a bad accident a couple of years ago.

We had an early start with a trip to visit a tunnel eroded right through a promontory of sandstone.

There were trees which had trapped after floating in with the tide, and then slowly worn away. 

In some ways the most striking aspect of this visit was for us to emerge from the tunnel/cave and not immediately be struck by the beautiful sandstone wall opposite.

Next we had a trip up an inlet called something like: Rainforest Inlet (irony in naming?) which was very picturesque with wonderful rock “sculptures”, lovely mangroves, and a crocodile!

Some of the sandstone shapes are so striking because it is not obvious how they do NOT immediately collapse.

After a swim (where I received some good advice about how to improve my swimming technique from the other travellers), we visited another cave, this one not being a tunnel as there was only one real entrance. 

Once again I was struck by the way in which the sandstone can be eroded in ways to create extraordinary shapes, and even caves/tunnels through the rock.

We had an early trip to shore, up an inlet off Rothsay Water, to see some very good aboriginal rock art.  Apparently, there are even better examples not far from here, but the local aboriginal tribe requests very large fees for permission to view them, so no-one goes.

Next was a visit to Careening Island, where an early British ship stopped for some time for repairs.  Part of a UNESCO-protected zone, there are many animals and birds kept safe around this area.  All that we saw, though, were large Boabab trees into which sailors had carved their ships’ names and the years when they were on the island.

Now we are on another long leg of the voyage, towards Fredericks Bay, where we will be staying overnight.  I am once again reminded that Australia has some beautiful sights and countryside, but each site or view is a long way away from the next one.  Sue and I were discussing what were the most and least useful things we had brought with us.  Least useful for me was a second pair of long trousers, most useful was probably the Tilley hat which I was given by Dad (broad-brimmed but with straps which make it stay on your head in all sorts of wind).  However a good book runs a close second at times …. I am onto my third.

Our day started with a trip up Prince Regent River, as far as the Kings Cascade.

The Kings Cascade is a beautiful waterfall, the water coming down into the river estuary, in a small bay off the main river.

It is possible to put the nose of a boat under the waterfall itself, which is a wonderful, if somewhat cold, experience, as you might see from the sequence below:

We then aimed to get to Careening Bay, but only made it to Rothsay Water, where we spent the night.

Our captain said that this was going to be a relatively slack day.  However it started off with another cruise up a beautiful creek.  Once again, lovely sandstone layered rock formations, mangroves and also much birdlife.

We are travelling through an area of truly beautiful and unspoiled country: since we saw the mine (Day 3 – K+2) s haven’t seen any permanent human structures at all, and only a few boats. 

In Europe, especially around Britain, we would have seen lots of buildings. Lighthouses, beacons and piers.  Not so here in the Kimberleys.  This traveller’s log is being compiled for the internet, but there is no internet available, and probably it will be several days before we have any sort of “coverage” again.  For emergencies the boat has to carry a satellite phone, as well as all the other safety gear.

Today started off with a “Zodiac” circuit of a rocky island which is a breeding ground for gannets and terns.  As with many of the islands here, the rock formations are exciting in themselves, probably eroded into these shapes over many thousands of years.

This particular formation looks as though it surely cannot last much longer before its collapse.  “Not longer”, but is that measured in years, centuries or millenia?

We then headed north, and came across a pod of whales enjoying themselves at the surface of the sea.

Yes, I accept, the above left is not a whale.  It’s a fish called a “Long Tom” skittering over the surface of the water.