Boiled in woks for about 10 hours, buried in sand for about 24 hours, boiled again, dried, and smoked.

A healthy trade with Macassans (from Macassar, Sulawesi) from 1600's to early 1900's.

Trepang (beche de mer) then traded with China as medicine, exotic food, and perhaps aphrodisiac.

The Macassans arrived each year in up to 60 praus, each with up to 30 sailors. A serious trade.

They prepare the trepang before leaving. They brought earthenware pottery, fabrics, tobacco, steel blades, axes, gin, and foodstuffs.

The Macassans also traded fabrics, rice and foodstuffs with the British.

We leave for a couple of hours walking along the Wuwurdi Track (loop) from the ranger station, following and listening to Rob the Ranger.

They tasted good.

Half of this could be eaten. And was. Tasted good.

Perhaps a fig.

Coral trout, at Smith Point. A bit of a surprise really, of all possible fish we thought the least likely.

Smith point seemed like a good place for a birthday party.

We dined well.

A few turtle nests.

The turtles of interest are the Olive Ridley Turtles. Smaller than most they walk rather than drag themselves up the sand.

These tracks are from something bigger.

Park staff place a cage over the Ridley Turtle nests to limit access for goanna and dingo nest raiders.

We have no doubt we miss lots of other things because we don't know they are there ....

We've walked about 3.5km.

Time to turn around.

The parrot ability to balance on one leg and use the other to hold nuts while opening them with beak never ceases to amaze us.

A bit of gardening along the way.

We missed the diversion track as others have avoided the obstacle.

Banteng are the local version of Bali Cattle. About 20 released from Victoria Settlement there are now about 10,000 throughout Cobourg Peninsula.

We have only caught fleeting glimpses. and not here.

Serious business this time. Pull the dead tree out of the ground.

But, alas, we see no goannas.

Yet .......

In the distance the other side of the very deep bay.that is Port Bremer. We are at the narrowest point.

Lizard Bay, shortly before we leave the coast and travel across the peninsula.

Somewhere are at least another 318 that we have missed seeing.

Probably more .....

We stopped at the point to look for fishing spots.

The view south.

We looked hard at this little stretch of water, for any crocs.

People have walked there before us, but one never knows.

But curtailed, with no results, as the tide came in and threatened to cut off our retreat.

This kite was flapping wings vigorously while hardly moving over the land due to the head wind.

Now we've seen them.