Trees, water and colourful skies. I really could get used to living in a top end climate. Except for the heat. I've kinda gone off heat. And the rain. That would just annoy me. And the mozzies - they'd bug me too.
Oh, and the fact that you can't swim in the sea or rivers because things live in there that want to eat you. So, I'd be pretty rubbish at living here really.
And then there's always the suspected serial killers....well, one anyway. Strap in!
We arrived at a caravan park in Berry Springs and were immediately quizzed by other campers about road blocks, police questioning, van inspections and the like. We had no idea what the other campers were on about: we'd seen nothing and been stopped by no-one - we hadn't even seen a police vehicle anywhere.
Fast forward to that evening and dopey drawers over here goes for a post dinner walk, having forgotten all about a suspected killer going bush. I found the waterski area (which turned out to be really close to camp but I'd gone the long way in search of it - typical!), and then I turned into the scrubby bush.
And twenty minutes later I remember that a suspected killer who allegedly took somebody's head clean off is supposedly lurking in the vicinity. And the head is missing!!!
So I push aside thoughts of a severed head being rolled towards my feet and high tail it back to camp.
The following day I had only crocodiles to worry about. Nah, not really. I had a dip in Berry Springs (no crocs) and it was bloody lovely.
Turns out there was a bloke hiding out in the scrublands of Berry Springs and he was captured on 1 July near the campgrounds (we left on 30 June). Not a serial killer though - just a bloke who lopped off another bloke's head after a long running conflict. Clearly someone's not afraid of confrontation!