Seisia is the coastal port for the Aboriginal settlement of Bamaga and was our stop for a couple of nights after a few long days of sailing. Having never have been to the far north and only really knowing of the media representation of the aboriginal people and those on Brunswick St of their faces I am impressed. Seisia is a small town with a big four square (where we reprovisioned) a fishing club and a camp ground and unlike Melbourne aboriginal people work in the shops, where integrated and seemed to me to make up the majority of the population. Even just reading back it’s the other way around, us whiteys are integrated. Not that all my education comes from the Simpsons but I have only seen one Cane Toad frog on the street, it was dead.
There was a wreck in the bay of an old fishing boat, it was quite interesting looking with the rust colours in the early morning light. It’s a shame that cameras don’t seem to do the things you are taking photos of justice.
A day of maintenance, I mostly finished of the other side of the deck polishing and was up the mast to fix the horn which the contacts had become eroded and a couple of runs to the gas stations to get 240 L of diesel into jerry cans with Daryl.
We keep seeing signs which say no to swimming but as we left Seisia we saw an aboriginal family net fishing off the beach, perhaps the crocs only know to eat whiteys.
Yes, the heat has started now that we have rounded the cape. Gulp.
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