Litchfield NP

It's a warm and humid day at the top of the gorge so you descend into the tranquil monsoon forest. Rock figs, palms, billy goat plum and all kinds of tropical trees shade the crystal flowing stream as you cross the wooden bridge. You enter the edge of the pool, the waterfalls pounding in your ears, and dive beneath the pristine fresh water. As you surface you inhale a lung full of smoke and the sight of a couple of tourists sitting on the rocks drinking their XXXX beer.
What is wrong with some people?!! We are in this beautiful pristine area, one of the most amazing places I've seen so far. We've made it 3/4 of the way around this vast country and Florence Falls would have to be near the top of the favourites list and these people think that it's fine to just sit there and smoke and drink all afternoon. I'm surprised they didn't get out the boom box as well.
(Rant almost over)
I've actually found over the last couple of days that the tourists haven't been as friendly around here. They've flown in from some unfriendly place, hired their Apollo, and now have 2 weeks to see Darwin, Kakadu, Litchfield, Katherine, Alice and Uluru and stuff anyone else.
OK, rant over.

We drove through the national park today. Unfortunately the road to The Lost City was being graded so we couldn't go there.
Wangi Falls was still closed for swimming as the water was still too high.
We joined a cultural tour with an Aboriginal lady and it was very interesting to hear about her life in the area and the bush plants and the significance of the waterfalls.
There was beautiful monsoon forest with a treetop platform but the mozzies were a killer.
Despite the ghastly tourists (OK, that sentence sounded like my Grandmother) the scenery was beautiful at the pool. With goggles we could see the fish and we swam out to the waterfalls and under them, then let the current push us back.

Dad did a fantastic lamb roast in the dixie on the camp fire for dinner. The whole camp ground smelt of juicy roasting meat while the tourists ate their 2min noodles (at least that's what I liked to think).

The highlight of my day was finding the most amazing bower I have ever seen. The Great Bowerbird is a similar size to the Satin bowerbird of the east coast but has grey plumage. The bower had been constructed with small sticks curving upwards, with a space in the middle for his most prized and sparkly finds, mostly clear glass. His other finds arranged at each end of the bower consisted of white objects, snail shells, tin foil, bottle caps and any other white rubbish tourists had discarded (there were probably cigarette filters in there too if I'd looked hard enough). What an resourceful bird.