Purple, or is that Maroon?

As our sojourn into Karumba ended we headed out of the town the way we had come in - to Normanton.  Normanton has an extensive array of fine buildings and very wide streets which seem to be a waste these days since one is able to stand in the middle of the main street at mid-day and not run the risk of being run over by a motor vehicle.

Karumba's flat wetlands extend for around thirty kilometres inland.

Seventy one kilometres from Karumba is the town of Normanton, also on the Norman River, and which also hosts picturesque wetlands (sadly, these too are inaccessible).  Normanton's population is about double that of Karumba.

Meet Krys, seen here with Honey Pie, a replica of the eight metres plus crocodile shot by Krystina Pawlowski in 1957.  Imagine meeting up with her in the middle of the night. (The crocodile I mean.)

By the time we arrived at Normanton's famous Purple Pub, the temperature had sky rocketed so it was time for lunch and a drink.

The is what confronted us in the entry of the Purple Pub.


Seems we've picked a really bad time to be in Maroon Territory!
As we didn't feel welcome in the town, we headed east along the Gulf Developmental Road-Savannah Way to Croydon hoping that the locals here would be a little friendlier during this embarrassing time.
Unfortunately, by the time we'd arrived in town, they were gathering at the corner pub to view the final game, in an already lost cause, on the big screen.  Alas, we couldn't show our faces in so public a place, so stayed in and listened to the game on the car radio, while the cheers at the pub carried through loud and clear, on the evening breeze, each time the Maroons scored.