The people from Ash's Apartments provided three cars to drive our group of twelve tourists the 80 km to Normanton, where the Gulflander train commences. Our driver John gave us plenty of additional information about the area on the way. We saw many agile wallabies including two flattened on the road overnight. The black kites were on the spot in big numbers to take advantage. We saw a group of black necked storks (Jabirus) and a pair of Saurus Cranes (type of brolga). There were thousands of birds in and around the pools left by the floods. John pointed out the most likely spots for crocodiles to be seen.
When we arrived in Normanton he pulled up at the famous statue of the 8.7 meter crocodile called Krys who was shot by a woman who was a professional croc. hunter. We saw it in1998.
All twelve of us were dropped off at Normanton station where we saw an old steam train waiting for a rebirth.
We explored the little museum, then photographed each other holding a Savannahlander cup next to the Gulflander, for reasons that we hope to make clear in a few days time.
The train has a Gardner 100hp diesel engine and a four speed crash gearbox, just like a 1950s truck. Our driver was Ken and we managed to get seats close behind him.
The ride was bumpy, swaying, slow, long and at times sleep-inducing. It starts in a very small town, finishes in an even smaller town and passes through no towns in between. So why is it so popular? Everything about the trip is the same as it was 60 odd years ago and the stories that Ken told gave us a very authentic historical experience. The trip has had to be curtailed or postponed quite a few times over the years and we were lucky to be the first trip after the latest big flood. The worst recorded flood was in 1974 when the mighty Gilbert River was 12 meters over the railway bridge. Difficult to imagine that when the surrounding country is flat for many kilometres.
It took us three hours to get to our morning tea stop at Black Bull, where we had tea and a muffin.
Brig and Phil are in the foreground.
It was necessary for Ken to slow down for all the sections of track that had been repaired after the flood and maximum speed allowed was 25km/hour. He stopped at 12 noon for a minutes silence and the ode in recognition of Anzac Day. We arrived at Croydon at 1:50pm, close to schedule.

We boarded a Cobble Gorge high-clearance coach immediately and were served sandwiches and pikelets for lunch at the general store. This store is one of the oldest continually operating shops in Australia. It has a massive set of compartmentalised shelves all around the walls. The owner told me they were made of cypress pine to foil the termites. We drove to a lookout to appreciate the town of Croydon, then to the local dam which doubled as a very attractive picnic and recreation area. It was still a two and a half hour drive to Forsayth, our stop for tonight. We took a toilet break at the Cumberland Mine old chimney and walked down to a billabong with many birds. We thought the small "ducks" were actually grebes.
We found our bedrooms in Forsayth at 5:40pm and at 6:30 enjoyed a delicious three course meal at the Goldfields Hotel.
From 7:30 to 9:00 we were taken on a Tour of Forsayth after dark. It was led by Laurie who was a former detective inspector of police. He warned us not to tell anyone anything about this tour so my fingers are tied.