Report 21 June
By Thecla

Dirk also starts this morning with his ritual to lubricate the T-Ford, check tire pressure and check everything carefully, after such a tough day like yesterday. But to his horror at the level plug of the differential oil is a lot of gold chips (bronze) on the magnet.

This requires further investigation. So the men decide to do an extensive inspection, in which the oil is drained and a golden drab comes out to fright. This indicates a dramatic wear. It is decided to demolish the entire rear axle under the T-Ford today. In the interior of the differential there is a thrust plate broken (acial bearing) and dismounted. The pieces of bronze fly from the inside. After a few hours of demolition and having been in suspense, Dirk is fortunate enough to have a spare shaft with thrust plates. Mazzel!

Our campsite has raged for two days, in the jungle a violent uncontrolled fire and flights and the birds and other animals fly in one direction. The T-Ford stands without axle, petrol jerry cans support steadily waiting for mobility. We wonder if a lot of vermin, snakes and the like are fleeing to our camps?

The question now remains how did this happen? Many theory is added and this will be further explored in the coming days. After dinner around half past six it is dark and the original books are brought in and in the light of the petrol lamp a lot of things are looked at.

Report 20 juni
By Thecla

Benno takes a refreshing morning dive and then we can get back on the road again.
We have a lot of bad parts, lots of loose and mul sand and lots of river crossings. Wonderful to film, but unfortunately for Trudy we have to do it occasionally. What a whopper, sandbuster!
In some places they are even working on roadworks. We had already heard of other aussies, but wild buffaloes live here. I’ve seen a lot of poop, but today we see them in real life too. At the end of the afternoon we are tired of the dirt road. We are almost at Borroloola and 27 kilometers before this town the asphalt shimmers towards us. What shall we do? Bush camping or stand on the caravan park? We decide to stand on the caravan park, so that we can rinse the dust from ourselves, our clothes and vehicles.
Here we are received very hospitable and can stay for free on the caravan park.
We set up our fleet at the edge of the park with a beautiful view of the bush.
We enjoy this place.

Report 19 June
By Thecla

This morning we have one last look at the river but we do not see crocodiles.
Today the men drive in the T-Ford and the women in the Landrover. We are not even wondering from the campsite whether the Landrover stops and does not want to continue. The diagnosis is quickly made by Trudy, a fuel hose is shot loose and the diesel runs on the ground. Fortunately it does not take long before it is fixed and we do not lose too much fuel. A moment later the T-Ford also wants attention because it runs on three legs, but we can fix this easily by cleaning the ignition box.

We have a beautiful road and we have to go through two deep rivers. Nice to do!
We see the men discussing the T-Ford for us, a very nice face.
We still pass an airstrip where a large cow is installed in front of the post. Dirk must of course look under her tail.
Just after noon we take the exit to Butterflies Falls camp, which is beautifully situated.

We decide to stay here and the men take a refreshing dip in the water. A beautiful piece of nature where a lot of animals can be seen. Two species of kingfishers, other birds and several butterflies, a snake swimming through the water, etc. In short, a wonderful place to spend the afternoon. When we lie under the sleeping bag at night we hear all kinds of flutter above us, but unfortunately we do not know what it was after all.

Report 18 June
By BennoIn the night we hear the ominous cry of a Dingo, but for the rest we slept exceptionally well, with an emphasis on the outdoors. Since Thecla and I are probably sleeping under the stars every night in our sleeping bag. The overwhelming starry sky also gives you the idea to float between the clouds and star nebulae. The rising sun literally puts us on earth again, in the dust. We ride again and see another kangaroo hopping away. On the desolate route, groups of kites cross us, on our way to a knocked-down walibee. An eagle and raven are already eating breakfast at the cadaver.

Not much later a group of wild horses crosses us. The road also has many sandy places where the T-Ford with its rear side a pass on it, followed by clouds of dust. The Landrover feels all the better here and shivers with pleasure.

The dust is alternated with river crossings. The Landrover takes a test dive, followed by the T-Ford. In the river you get left and right vistas on small subcultures of tropical jungle, but so far no crocodiles. Along the way we regularly see other cadavers, including a bald buffalo. The bull skull with horns is a beautiful trophy and is included as a power mascot.

We make our camp at townsriver camp. In Dutch terms: (Camping red your butt) no water, only toilet a la poepdoos. I actually want to camp on the river, but the ladies find it safer to camp higher up between the bushes. I think it’s a bit exaggerated since we have not yet seen a croc with all river crossings.

Before nightfall I do a round trip along the river looking for birds, and to my horror I see a crocodile covered in rocks lying in the river. Glad that there are ladies …

Report 17 June
By Thecla

Ready to go! Say goodbye to our hosts and ladies and then on our way to Mataranka. It is a big road with few spectacular views. That is why they have drawn the many termite mounds (both round and sharp) probably with T-shirts and other upholstery.In Mataranka we throw the tanks and spare jerrry cans full. We take the Roperweg which is asphalted for the first 150 km with a track. We are in real Aboriginal land. Only we do not see them at all, how strange!
Probably a decorated grave of one of them. After that 150 km it becomes really dirt road with a big washboard, where we can not drive faster than 20 kilometers. Along the way we see here and there some cattle (cows, donkeys walk and sometimes hit horizontally at the edge of the road), but no wildlife at all.

Report 16 June
By Thecla

A royal breakfast today with, among other things, an egg sandwich (in the (w) hole and bacon and eggs, then rummaging in the yard, in Katherine.) John drives us to the Woolworth for our mega shopping because we are going through no man’s land in the coming days to drive.
Benno and Dirk put some points on the i at the T Ford, among other things, the starter motor ballast is made of a bendix spring, to bring the aggressive start back to 8 volts. And oh miracle !! It works … A wonderful day flying around and where we also try to update the website. Dirk gets a few license plates from the Northern Territory, and to make the T-Ford somewhat wilder; a bunch of buffalo horns. (The beast is loose !!)

Report 15 June
By Thecla

We are being woken up by the many birds and a beautiful song. We leave Maguk campground to get back into the dust and washboard of the dirt road, the T-Ford hopping with pleasure as well as his driver. We try to make some film shots, also with the imposing termite mounds. Today I’m going to drive, to see if I can manage to drive this big box. We have a beautiful winding route today that makes the landscape a lot more interesting. At a roadhouse we get a cup. We continue our journey to Katherine, where there is a lot of traffic (also many cars with caravans or other huts). The last 20 km I have a terribly big roadtrain behind me. But fortunately the Land Rover is also very big and heavy. Still, I am happy when we turn to the house of John and Diana just before Katherine. Here we are warmly welcomed and in the evening we are invited for the BBQ with the local Motor Enthusiastic club.

Report 14 June
By Benno

Exotic sites usually have a counterpart: either they are as good as unreachable, or they are populated by dying brothers, looking for blood. The latter was the case here in the Kakadu reserve. It forces us to get up early and walk around the area. We see several parrots as lizards, fowls, wallybees, butterflies and finches. In the river we see two cars on their side that probably tried to cross at high water. Also here; however tempting the water looks, crocodiles are lurking. Gradually we arrive at sacred rocks of the Aborigines, where many petroglyphs show themselves on the underside of caves and overhanging cliffs. Above we have a beautiful view of the vastness of Arnhemland. At the end of the day we reach a ground over a red road, where again we see a scandalously beautiful sunset. After a delicious Trudyan meal, Thecla and I again sleep under the stars, under the tears of a Dingo, and Dirk and Trudy in their roof tent.

Report 13 June 
By Thecla

keys for the new team

After the “key transfer” we say goodbye to Leo and the lovely place of the hangar.

departure

 We leave  Darwin. The left-hand drive, the road trains, the crowds on the road, the roundabouts everything is getting used to. But it also feels familiar in the Landrover again.

interested roadworker

crocodile

We drive up the Stuart Highway towards Jaiburu, which lies in the middle of the Kakadu National Park. Here, too, drivers react to the T. model. Wonderful!
When we enter the National Park it is noticeable that they also burn the verges here, where new greenery then comes.

new green

So that’s how incredibly beautiful green color variations arise, which we marvel at.

Yellow fruit

warning

parot

to the campground

Just before Ubirr we finally arrive at a beautiful Merl campground. It looks like a big jungle and we see a dingo running right away.

preparing for the night

trudy and Dirk

What we had not counted on but what was very intense was the amount of mosquitoes and aggressiveness. We eventually go to bed early and use all our protection measures.

Report 12 June
By Benno Graas

After we have slept in the kitchen of the hangar, Dirk and I start the T Ford, while the ladies go exploring the city to go shopping for the emptiness of the deserted landscape,

First oil change of engine, gearbox and differential. And then the front tires renewed plus air filters cleaned. Then made the right pin for the spring pin. Although Dirk was eagerly working with the grease gun, the lion’s share disappeared next to the nipple to continue his way along wrists, elbows, legs to the back. Not to ask how lubricated we felt. But the spring pin was still dry. Leo came up with a nipple from his thousand sorting boxes that brought the fat where it had to be. The bliss could no longer be up !! With a tropical 30 degrees it was a lubricated day.

At the end of the afternoon a reporter from the Nortern Territory newspaper came by to marvel at the T Ford and his Edammer Kaaskoppen. That more than cheese is brewed in Edam then became clear to him. He said good-bye with astonishment, saying that the next day, with a big picture in the newspaper.

To top it all off, Ted (just back from The Isle of Man) roared with his Speedster from 1914 to meet Dirk and Trudy. The double carburettor of the Speedster brought Dirk right to the idea of ​​satisfying his insatiable appetite for even more power.