Darwin, now what?

Darwin, now what?
Fannie Bay, our new Darwin address

Living on a boat in a city that we never intended to visit is a strange place to find ourselves. Where to from here I wonder? West to the Kimberly is not an option as the Western Australia border is firmly shut. It is the beginning of the dry season here in the Australian north, which means cool weather, no rain and strong SE winds eliminating the second and last alternative, namely heading East to Queensland. A bit of a pickle really so we try to focus on the positives. 

Corona stories trickle in from everywhere. Overseas, cruisers are stuck in foreign countries, some are not even allowed to leave the boat and rely on willing locals to deliver the necessities of life. Back at home, other states are in full lockdown, people are losing jobs, business etc etc. No matter how much I tell myself we have it relatively good, I pine for the loss of freedom to go wherever we wish and for all the unexplored anchorages left behind in Indonesia and beyond. 

Our release from quarantine coincides exactly with the NT government’s easing of Covid-19 restrictions in Darwin. Apparently, the Territory, as it’s colloquially known here, is now covid-free except for already identified (and hospitalised) cases. On our first day out, we decide to get a test since NT Health never bothered to give us one. It is highly unlikely that we have brought the virus back from Indonesia since we’d been living on our boat in isolation for over a month before leaving. However dealing with all the unmasked Australian police officers who in turn deal with returned travellers has made us nervous. It’d be hilarious catching the virus from them, wouldn’t it? 

It’s a short bus ride into the CBD from Fannie Bay. We barely step off the bus before a local TV crew corner us and shove a microphone in Graham’s face. The angle of the story is clear from the first question posed by the young and enthusiastic reporter: “Isn’t Darwin the best place to be right now?”. I quietly step back before my sarcastic reply turns me into an unwilling viral sensation. Graham pauses then gives a non committal I guess so. Further questions elicit even less enthusiasm from him and the crew quickly move on. We feel slightly bad, but our particular case and especially the day’s errand hardly suited the narrative they were chasing. We test negative. 

This shaky start is thankfully not reflective of our time in Darwin. It takes a few days to get rid off any residual quarantine anxiety as we start exploring around Darwin. The buses are free courtesy of corona so we take full advantage. This is May 2020 and the Territory is the only place in Australia where social gatherings are allowed.

Sunset drinks with Cath and Dave

We hang out with Storyteller and take the kids to the beach and the pool. Graham is happy to focus on long neglected boat projects - installing more solar and replacing the failed composting toilet (he gives it a much less flattering nickname).

We join Darwin library which proves to be an absolute treasure trove of all the latest books for the whole family. We make this a weekly excursion and the kids devour the collection. 

We visit a turtle research centre at Charles Darwin University

We meet a Canberra family who are also corona refugees in Darwin, returned from a consulate in Laos. The kids instantly take to each other and this new friendship significantly improves our social circle. Slowly, more boats arrive from Indonesia coming from as far as Thailand and India. The stories get more outrageous, unfriendly locals chasing people away with guns, people sailing or motoring non-stop for months only stopping for pre-arranged fuel and re-provisioning. We pat ourselves on the back for leaving just in time. 

Slowly, restrictions ease further. By June, everything is open and we explore museums, pools and restaurants with barely anyone else around. Locals are at work and there are no tourists so we have every attraction pretty much to ourselves. 

This somewhat makes up for the fact that the beach is off limits for swimming. We are assured by locals Fannie Bay is safe, apparently the crocs skip this bay on their way into Darwin Harbour proper. We see people doing all manner of water sporting activities almost on a daily basis here but decide not to rely on the unspoken agreement with the local crocs.

In June, the NT government opens up the rest of the territory and we are free to explore. We immediately book a motorhome, Red Centre here we come!