Day Fourteen of the 2019 BloggingA-Z Challenge which I am participating in during the month of April. The challenge is to post six days a week, Sunday respite or catching up with other participants and their posts. Each of the twenty-six days represents a letter of the alphabet and while each post stands alone they form part of a loose theme reflecting our retirement trip around Australia. Today’s letter is N.
Apart from The Gulflander train terminating at Normanton there isn’t much happening here unless you include the town’s main tourist attraction, Kris the Crocodile – The Savannah King.
The 8.63 meter (28ft 4 inches) life-size replica of the monster that once inhabited the Norman River is one of two reasons to stop in the town.
Kris the Croc
In the 50s culling crocodiles was a bona fide occupation and in 1957 Kris met a bullet large enough to lay him low, permanently. Krystyna Pawlowski , the female crocodile shooter, made the Guinness Book of Records when she bagged Kris (pardon the pun).
Croc culling has since ceased and numbers have increased dramatically and now crocs found near frequently used boat ramps and wharves are relocated by wildlife rangers. The months we were in Queensland and the Northern Territories we did not see a live crocodile which was a disappointment considering the stories that abound of these scaly creatures lounging on mud banks across these states.
Affectionately said to go from ‘nowhere to nowhere’ (Croydon to Normanton), the Heritage Listed Normanton to Croydon line was never connected to the state rail network and remains the only line in Queensland still measured in miles.
When we took the trip on The Gulflander we shared a ticket. One of us rode the train partway while the other took the truck and Coddiwomple to the halfway mark we morning tea was laid out on a siding. We then swapped roles so each experienced a ride on the historic railroad.