Kayaking down Dora

This was our Kayak... maybe a little larger than most but we like it none the less. We enjoyed taking it on a dinner cruise every afternoon.

At our first stop we had to negotiate one of the proud local youth, Barry, he acted pretty tough.

But in a white wine and cream sauce mixed with mushrooms and baked pumpkin he was quite tender; particularly the bill which was fried in a Tempura batter.

Ahhh, pelicans! The other white meat. We couldn't eat just one. Poor Barry and his mates.

A very rare and strangely deformed Red Beaky Black Pelican named Ethel. Not good eating at all!

This was Stevo. An even more deformed Pelican... or maybe he was a deformed Penguin. Either way I don't want to know what they're dumping in this lake. Stevo guarded the middle of the lake. A valiant adversary. He tasted like chicken and was served in a sweet piquante pepper sauce with a fresh apricot side dish.

This was Doreen. All sorts of trouble this one. We certainly couldn't persuade her down from the tree. I think it was something to do with the smell of garlic butter sizzling in a nearby pan.

Luckily we fooled her into thinking she had won this house in a BoysTown lottery. Our chef, seen here wearing a tuft of grass as camouflage, quickly had her in the pan with the garlic sauce and lemon and served her on a bed of Jasmine rice. Not much meat on those legs but the crispy skin was delicious.

These were the luckiest locals of the day. James, Barb and Duncan. We were just too full for our Corella chocmint gelato; so we only ate their legs in Lime jello with mini-marshmallows.

And who said bush tucker had to be boring. I'm hungry now. I'm off to get some lunch.