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We are standing in a freezing stream, a run-off from the
rainforests above. Though it's only ankle-deep, thoughts of
a croc lurking nearby are enough to make us turn around -
but Rob ploughs deeper into the bush.
The saltwater or estuarine crocodile might be a relic from
the dinosaur age but it still enjoys a decent life in tropical
north Queensland. None of us, however, had any desire to play
Crocodile Hunter though Rob was less fazed.
"Never seen it during the day," he says, "You'll
most likely only see it after dark."
Despite sitting alongside a lush tropical beach, the swamp
was as a swamp should be - dark, dank, with a real sense of
foreboding and little insects skimming across the water's
surface. The unmistakeable and putrid smell of sulphur, created
by rotting leaves on the stream bed, hangs heavy in the air
and infects every breath.
This is where the rainforest meets the reef, as the tourist
brochures tell you incessantly: an advertising mantra hijacked
by just about every tourist outfit from Cape Trib to Cairns
and beyond, despite the Great Barrier Reef being a good few
kilometres out to sea. However, here the rainforest truly
meets the reef - a fringing reef frequented by dolphins, sting
rays and turtles just metres from the shore.
After two hours kayaking around the Tribulation headland,
we are lucky to spot a pod of dolphins and a couple of stingers
zipping along the bottom before taking a break on the beach.
"The mangroves are part of an intricate eco-system,"
said Rob, continuing further into the swamp. "In fact,
with the trees blocking out so much of the sun, they are a
virtual life-support system for the swamp."
Rob goes on, explaining how the trees play their part by
absorbing excess salt to save the myriad life forms from being
poisoned but most of us are too busy looking at every twitch
and ripple on the water's surface.
It's an uneasy feeling, knowing we are in another's territory
and, for once, at the top of their food chain.
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