34km. Quiet morning, there was no traffic on the road because the Jardine ferry wasn’t open yet. I lit a campfire because I still don’t have my portable wood stove working. I got going on the corrugations of the Bamaga Road, but eventually I found the turnoff to the Airport road from Bamaga. This track was much nicer, hardly any traffic. I dropped into the DC-3 wreck, and the cycled the bitumen into Bamaga. I organised my Mum to ship me some stuff back to Bamaga, in case I got caught here in lockdown. I bought myself a hefty USB charger, because I am sick of everything being flat because I don’t get enough sun on the solar panel, and its too cloudy. I perused the Bamaga Supermarket, brought Bananas, bread, scoffed myself, then went to the bakery nearby and had mudcake and a sausage roll, in that order. It was a change for days and days of Freeze-dried. Then it was onto Seisia, where I got an unpowered campsite, with my usual “can you fit a bicycle and tiny tent?” It seems a nice campsite, great beach, except for the crocs.
