Dr Bob reporting from - the "Tip" of Australia

Saturday

Today we headed to the "tip". Yes, it was another glorious day without a cloud in the sky it was so very hard to get out of bed and get going.
After a slight 'wrong road' we found the right route to the tip. The initial part was horrible (bit like Gibb River) then it turned into a single lane tunnel of rain forest. I expected the Queensland equivalent of Robin Hood to leap out at any time! We also now know why VW Toureg cars run in the Dakar Rally!!!! it passed through a deep river crossing without drawing a breath (or water to our relief).
Just to interrupt this missive, we are sitting down this evening eating 7 cray fish - total cost $40 !!!! - yummy, mummy.

They made it! Congratulations to all especially the WV Tourag! But where is Ruth?

Back to the story of the 'Tip'. Having arrived at the car park,  it was a 500m walk across rocks and up and down hills to a spot called the 'Tip', where there was a large group of persons hanging around the famous sign,  all vying to have their photo taken. (At this stage Duds went 'arse over tit' and nearly slid into the water and floated off to New Guinea. Sandra had to remove her left breast from my right ear so I could actually be seen in THE photo), otherwise it was just a 6000km trip to get your photo taken event.
Sorry, more cray fish!! - 8

Then it was back over the rocks and another drive to Sommerset Beach for lunch. What a lovely spot, but pity swimming was fraught with being eaten by a crocodile. Then it was a nerve shattering drive back to the bitumen and home. 

Seisia was a disappointment, in that there wasn't much to see other than a caravan park, service station, big jetty and a large parking area at the boat ramp,  plus a bit more. Most indigenous people  here are of a Torres Strait Is origin, exceptionally friendly and all smiles. The kids frolicking along  the beach and water edges were gorgeous and looked so happy.
The only issue with this place is that between Bamaga and Seisia, the road-sides are littered with rubbish, which gets mowed every time the road-sides are cleared: very disappointing and a  blight on the community.
The only thing wrong with the cray fish is that the girls think we have had tea!!!!  This was made worse by Sandra who didn't like, or eat much of the cray fish, saying she doesn't want any tea. Jen, why aren't you here, as even chicken schnitzel would be ok. (Believe me I would be if I was allowed!)
A few people we met on the way up told us there were plenty of free camping spots to be found along the way up here. In reality you can't free camp in the National Parks as you can only camp in designated sites and these need to be booked before you get there, via the internet. This means new comers who have no idea how long it takes to get anywhere or what is at the sites are not going to use them as much. 

Along the road (gravel and extremely dusty) are many gravel pits etc, that could be used but you would be covered in red dust in no time. Another interesting story is that of a group of 7 couples camped in a gravel pit, off the road near Archer River Roadhouse, who were accosted by a car full of drunk aboriginals and told they couldn't camp there as it was their land. Got a bit nasty for a while.
Before tea, Barry and I did 'what you do' when you come here - we went and fished off the famous Seisia wharf but not knowing what we were doing, it proved to be unproductive. We do have a charter booked for Monday, whilst the girls and Ian do a tour of Thursday Is., so hope to do a little better then.