“Bullshit!”, the traveller blurted.
“There’s crocs in there, and bloody big
ones. Salties.”
He went on to explain that there
were indeed crocodiles at that cross-
ing and had photographic evidence
taken at the time he’d cross the river,
around 2 hours after us. The traveller
was quick to point out they were
‘salties’, the dangerous ones, and big
ones at that. He estimated that one
was at least five metres in length.
I heard a gulp, not sure if it had
come from me or Leigh.
I’d only just worked out the best
way to cross a river, and we still had
at least 30 to go … and now I was faced
with something else … there’s bloody
crocs in these crossings! MG
Megan's only been riding for five years but
has covered most of Australia. She's a little wary
of rivers and crocodiles, and more importantly
keeps our editor in line.
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