Termite Mound, Litchfield National Park, Darwin- 10th Aug 2012
As some of my longer blog friends might have known, I had a hate-hate relationship with termites. My tribal house was once named "Termite House" because it was nearly eaten up by the dreaded bugs in 2009.
Magnetic Termite Mound- Litchfield National Park, Darwin, 10/8/2012
I was therefore a little surprised that termites and what they built were revered and conserved in Darwin and were tourist attractions at the Litchfield National Park. These mounds were considered truly amazing architectural feats as they were built complete with tunnels, arches, chimneys, insulation and nursery chambers.
Magnetic Termite Mound, Nicknamed "The Graveyard" by me and my friends
This city of termite mounds was cordoned off from access by tourists so that it could be properly conserved. The reason why the mounds were all aligned north to south was so to minimise exposure to direct sunlight.
Welcome to THE termite mound of all termite mounds. This is the Cathedral Termite Mound. A signboard next to it says :
This mound is home to a colony of grass eating termites called the Cathedral Termites. It is about 5m high and could be more than 50 years old.
I have to confess I felt a little queasy standing so close to the home of possibly a million termites but I just had to share this. Me, a mere Termite House basher next to the true architects and builders, completely humbled and in awe by this magnificent structure that could very well be the Angkor Wat of the termite world.
In the preparation for this post, I was just reading some of my back posts on the history of my termite house when I realised something. If not for the fateful Day 28 when we found the house being attacked by termites, my tribal house might not have come to me because it was meant to be sold or given to someone else.
To the termites of my home, I still won't say thank you although you will have my respect if you can build structures like your brethren in Australia.
And speaking of proportions, the morning before we drove to the Litchfield National Park, we went on a river cruise on the Mary River. One really sweet experience was having our boatman drive through a lily-clad billabong.
Sunbathed and glorious, we were told that these flowers bloomed only for a day before they wilt.
We were all encouraged to pluck one from the river. Look how big the flower really was. You can wear one as a blouse
with a matching hat!
Perfect for a day out with my date, Mr Crocodile.