Canoing at Kathrine Gorge

So, much later, the Russian guy I mentioned earlier came back and began espousing the virtues/glories of Mary's body, all in very broken English. It was frickin' hilarious.

Unfortunately for me, the room was way too cold, and I didn't really get any sleep. We went to bed pretty late anyway, but the air conditioner was blowing right on me, and all I had was one thin sheet. I think it was set on 20 or 21 degrees Celsius. Man that night sucked. I don't think Mary fared much better.

Regardless, we were both up early in the morning to get to the gorge and do some canoing. Grabbed some quick breakfast and drove to the canoe rental spot. The guy at the hostel that had made our canoe reservations for us had said they only had singles left, but it turned out they had some doubles, so we decided to do that.

The first half-hour of us trying to work together was pretty hilarious/frustrating. There was a lot of turning instead of going straight. I'd like to blame the canoe, and when we got to the second gorge and tried out another canoe it did work out better, but I just don't know. The first gorge was okay, but the second gorge was awesome. It's too bad we were running out of time and had to go back, but I'm glad we did. It turned out to be a pretty big struggle to get all the way back to the beginning in the first gorge. Again, I'm not sure if it was the canoe or us, but I think maybe a little of both.

After we had returned everything, we hopped in the car and drove to Darwin, with a pit-stop at the petrol station to fill up and for me to get a quick rinse and change my clothes. The road to Darwin was pretty standard, with Mary completely passed-out (as per usual).

We had one final bit of excitement when a turn came up way faster than I expected (I swear I was going the speed limit) and we bumped against the curb and lost a hubcap. Could've been worse.

The hostel seems pretty nice, but I can't remember the name of it to save my life. Something with an 'M' that seemed vaguely Hawaiian.