The history of this place was told on the lawn, us sitting in a circle. Once in a while the Father sent a roaring laughter through the air. He told about the beginning of the mission in the area, about the war, about the airstrip, about the Aboriginals in former days as well as today. One of the most exciting stories was on cannibalism. Up until five years ago they had an Aboriginal living in Kalumburu that "regularly" had people for a feed. The Father told us about one particular case where this guy met a woman and her daughter in the bush and ... well, he was hungry.

The Father has created his own little museum with lots of stuff, all kinds of stuff, as well from the region as from foreign countries and continents.

The nuns of the mission are running a small bakery, and we bought some of the (very tasty!) bread before leaving town. Father Ansgar drove us to the airstrip.

At 1 pm we were airborne. We tracked along the coast, over King George Falls, to Wyndham for refueling. Then onwards to Emma Gorge and westwards to Drysdale River Station, a homestead back of beyond. The airstrip was very easily found in an enormous area of trees.

A chap from the homestead had seen us circling around the station - the sign that we had arrived - and came to pick us up. After refueling we went to the station, got our cabin, later dinner. Up till a 10.15 pm we even had electricity - but then it got dark, the generator was switched off. Luckily we had a MagLite (thanks Dookie) which we could place in the middle of the room to have some light.