Pretty soon it was our final evening at the camp (and a spectacular evening it was with our convivial camp hosts and guests).

And the following morning it was a fond goodbye to everyone before heading off to the airstrip in the troop carrier.

And then up in the Cesna, over the now familiar landscape.

We flew once again over the massive river delta that edges Kakadu National Park and Arnhemland.

And over the fantastic colours in Van Diemens Gulf.

Pretty soon we were back in Darwin, and civilisation. Don’t think we’d forget Mount Borradaile anytime soon, though.