In the afternoon we feel brave and venture outside. I am proud to be a tourist. I do what tourists do. Visit the oil tunnels. They were built in 1943 after the air raids. Never used to store fuel.
The oil tunnels are full of tourists reading posters about WW2.
Darwin was first bombed by the Japanese in February 1942. It was militarily very successful. Many ships were sunk etc. The Japanese were not planning to invade. They wanted to defend their forces in Java and Timor. The air raids continued for about a year and petered out because the Japanese had priorities elsewhere. Not because the anti-aircraft guns were winning.
The tunnels are spacious, very central and cool.
Today Darwin prides itself on its links to Asia.
For lunch we have delicious sushi and Japanese green tea. We were not trying to prove a point. We just wanted to eat good food.
Darwin streets. No buskers. No street performers. No raffle collectors. Spend time indoors. The streets are basically empty. Too hot to wander around town. The streets belong to people kicked out of their home tribal area.
Boat trip on the Harbour
Includes a smorgasbord. Plates overflow with pyramids of food.
The captain of the boat commentates and steers.
Everybody sits at their table, eats, drinks and chats to the people at their table.
The Captain of the boat points out all the landmarks. A lot of them are related to WW2.
The Captain doesn’t interact with the passengers. He is separated from the passengers in his cabin. He receives no feedback or any questions. He drones on as us passengers go back for seconds.
We see a good sunset.