14 km
Today we chilled at Chilli Beach… though the guys woke up a little early and went fishing off the beach.
I was there for sunrise… not too beautiful but on the walk back stopped by the guys. I wasn’t there for 5min when Johan pulled in his first Trevally. Then Matt held onto Christo’s rod while he was having rusks and coffee for breakfast and got a bite and reeled in another Travelly! She was very excited and kept saying… I caught a fish and Christo didn’t 🙂 With his manhood no longer intact, Christo tried for a while longer and didn’t get any more bites, while Johan reeled in a 3rd and final Trevally. These were filleted at camp and we had lemon, garlic, parsley butter sauce on our grilled fish before we even saw 11am.
It was low tide , so we grabbed the vehicles and drive down the beach to Chilli Creek. The people we bought fish from said that it’s good Barramundi fishing there. On our drive there we noticed how much plastic was strewn along the beach. So Lara and I decided that we would walk down the beach and collect plastic rubbish, while getting a tan.
The others wet their rods but didn’t catch anything. We did see our Atherton friends that I had asked the previous day if they did the Frenchmans Track recently. I did walk through the whole campground asking the people there, but no luck. The lady caught a small Barracuda while we were there. Must say, while it may have been small, it had some nasty teeth on it!
Upon returning to camp we drove to the dump to get rid of our rubbish, Christo got 3 coconuts down from the palm trees and Matt said she would make a coconut dessert. It took a great deal of effort to machete our way into them. Matt saved the coconut water for refrigeration and was hoping to scoop out the coconut- it should be soft. However it seems these Aussie coconuts are not like the Thai ones and are hard as hell. Matt proceeded to slow cook the coconut, seemed to use hours worth of gas and it still didn’t soften. We dumped it in the bush and not even the bush turkeys ate it… and they eat everything!!! Hahahahaha.
After all this excitement…or not…the guys started to get their cars ready for the Frenchmans Track, more specifically, the Pascoe River crossing. It was reportedly 1.1m deep.