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Not being lovers of the city we pressed on past Townsville and settled into camp in time to watch the sunset over the water.

I suspect that is a cane fire we can see in the distance. There seem to be a few places where cane is still burnt before harvesting or perhaps they are burning the chaff on the ground after harvesting, I noticed some of that happening.

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  1. JimAugust 16, 2013 at 11:43 PM

    Lovely shot

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  2. Rae WalterAugust 17, 2013 at 12:04 AM

    What an idyllic place to be setting up camp.

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  3. WinamAugust 17, 2013 at 2:36 PM

    Lovely tropical sunset.

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  4. UnknownAugust 17, 2013 at 9:36 PM

    You have chosen a simply beautiful spot for camping. Waking up there must be something.

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  5. diane bAugust 17, 2013 at 10:20 PM

    Looks a much better spot than town.

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  6. Joan ElizabethAugust 18, 2013 at 9:45 AM

    Yep it was a great spot BUT the campsites by the water were a LOOOONG way from the amenities, not so good for a van without a loo.

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  7. PeterAugust 19, 2013 at 6:06 PM

    Watch out for crocs, they are around and love mangroves. Queue scary music here.

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    1. Joan ElizabethAugust 19, 2013 at 9:45 PM

      Didn't see croc signs until we went further north. But as I don't venture into the water it didn't really matter.

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