Approximately 70 kms northwest of Normanton at the mouth of the Norman River is our destination of Karumba. An easy drive on sealed, flat roads passing through some wetlands with much birdlife. We stopped a few times to photograph brolgas and cranes on the side of the road and the ever present and cheeky kites. The anthills look like “smurf” houses, from the kids TV series, as they’ve been eroded to a certain height from the previous flood. We passed lots of “grey nomad” caravans heading towards and away from Karumba.
I had heard about Karumba over many years as the Gulfs premier fishing destination and the prawn fishing capital. Friends had travelled to this area many years ago to work on the prawn trawlers and told me it was a rough, tough frontier town in those days. Having talked to a couple of tourists working in the local pubs [there are two of these] it still is a hard place. One young German worker in a pub said that tourists get extensions on their visas if they work in remote areas. Recent graduate teachers have to work for 2 years in remote communities in Queensland in order to get placements in the cities. Having talked to a young nurse and a pharmacist maybe that’s what they have to do also. There is a shifting population in this and, as I believe, many remote areas, not just the “grey nomads” moving through.
We did find it a fascinating area to travel to. The town itself is a bit run down and feels like any thrown together coastal holiday or fishing town. It has lots of boats and fishing town references. It did have a moment of glory in WW2 with a squadron of flying boats operating out of the town.
The prawn fishing industry is much smaller in Karumba these days as a mother freezer ship sits in the Gulf receiving the catch and shipping it out to the world through Cairns. Still 25% of prawns caught go through the local wharf. That’s still a lot of prawns and money to the area.
Anyway how about $12.00 a kg for cooked prawns and $15.00 for tigers? We did indulge in a kilo and sat on our bed in the motel with a nice bottle of sauvignon blanc from New Zealand. They keep wine for the tourists evidently. Beer is the local drink of choice and in that weather it also goes down quite well.
We took a sunset cruise with Ferryman Cruises, one of the local companies plying the river with tourists. They and other companies also do fishing charters. It was too early in the year for spotting crocodiles, as they tend to be seen at nesting time for the water birds in the mangroves opposite, but our luck was in and a 4 metre one was spotted on the opposite bank from the boat ramp. He/she was a fatty and very healthy looking. I really don’t think I would like to spend any time in the water knowing that it was their territory.
Great trip down the river looking at boats, boat wrecks, local mine and shipping facility, the town and hearing about its history and that of the local area including some of the shadier history of the Gulf. It’s quite a story.
The Gulf itself is interesting in that it has only one tide movement a day. One tide in and one tide out. Due I believe, to the narrow gap of the Torres Strait not letting in enough water for a bigger flow, mixed with the relative shallowness of the whole of the Gulf.
Fishing is the thing though. If you’re handy with a line there’s some serious fishing to be done.
I had the finite barramundi eating experience while in Karumba. I can honestly say that I had wondered what all the fuss was about eating this fish as I’ve had many meals of it over the years and could take it or leave it! Well I was determined to give it another go in barra’ country. I was not disappointed. What a fish, so sweet and delicate! Grilled and served with a simple salad at either of the pubs, it was superb.
We went for a drive the day before we left and headed south through Normantown. It was Sunday and we naively thought that garages would be open for petrol all day. We were wrong but what we did discover was that the small cafes and take away shops had petrol bowsers right there on the street. Not like corner stores in the big cities but here you park in the gutter and fill it up.
Stopping the car at the Mitchell River we saw some fresh waters crocodiles from the bridge. It’s a very attractive part of the world. We drove on out into the savannah country. No rain had fallen for 6 months so the ground was parched. Although the roads are sealed and in good condition every few kilometres you come across a narrowing in the road. Obviously over long stretches of country, and to save on road sealing costs, one lane is removed and it’s only sealed in the middle. This is fine until you come across a road train with their 3 long trailers. They have the right of way in the middle on the road too. Some of the verges can be fairly steep we found out. It must be difficult for some cars and caravans.
Sitting at the Sunset Tavern, the second of the two pubs and in the newer part of town, watching the sun go down into the Gulf is a must do while in Karumba. We had fun talking to some of the “grey nomads” we met and they were only too willing to share their stories. It’s part of the joy of being on the road I suppose, to stop at night and chinwag about the event of travelling with anyone willing to listen.
It was a great trip. Only a few days away felt like we’d been gone for weeks. The point is to enjoy the time you do have available and “time stretch”. That is, make the most out of it and make every moment count.
