Mellow Yellow, Indigenous Northern Territory
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Mellow Yellow - Indigenous | Northern Territory
"This dreamscape of sacred art, Indigenous food and raw wilderness is only three hours from Darwin"
It's the rising of the dird and we are gathered at a table under the stars. The tables are lit by candles, twinkling lights, starlight and moonlight - for that is what the dird is. It is the moon, in Kundjeyhmi, the most widely spoken, remaining language of the people of Kakadu.
We are seated for a Dird Full Moon Feast at Cooinda Lodge in the centre of Kakadu National Park and for the next few hours, the yields of a rich, beautiful land are laid on the tables before us. An-kulurrudj, namarnkol, anaburru. (Bush cabbage, barramundi, bufflo.) They are on the four-course menu tonight, many of the ingredients painstakingly foraged by hand from the billabongs, grasslands and the stone country around us.
All the senses are immersed throughout dinner; from the low rumble of the didgeridoo which resonates through my blood, the sweetness of the Davidson Plum spritz, the scent of the Kakadu plum and bush cucumber candles, all overlaid with the very Territory tang of insect repellent.
There are six seasons in the Bininj-Mungguy calendar here. "We are entering Wurrkeng, cold weather season, now" says our host and creator of Dird, local Bininj man Ben Tyler. "This is when we hunt kowarrang (echidna)" he says.
Tyler's soft voice and gentle nature belie a deep, successful entrepreneurial spirit: a chef and founder of Kakadu Kitchen, he has teamed with Cooinda Lodge's executive chef Phillip Foote, to create these moonlit feasts of seasonal, Indigenous foods, which are held in the lodge grounds. He's hands-on from cooking to MC-ing, and even forages for ingredients.
"We've got a few different eyes looking out for us on country. And sometimes it's just me and mum (Traditional Owner Jessie Alderson) and we jump in the car and drive up to the rock country or on the floodplains, the billabongs," says Tyler. "We might drive a few hundred kilometres in a day to forage for bush foods. But foraging for us isn't just going getting the ingredients; we're burning country, looking after rock art, visiting sites, sharing intergenerational knowledge. We're looking at tracks, seeing what animals are doing - we're giving back to country as well as taking."
Service is provided by a mix of foreign backpackers working at Cooinda Lodge and young Indigenous locals, newly trained in hospitality and clearly delighted at their first gig.
"Kamak! Enjoy" says Tyler, as servers fill the table with damper, salt-bush butter and delicious alcohol-free drinks. The buffalo has been slow-cooked kunkedi-style, in a ground oven, its soft, smoky flavour offset by black garlic and pickled lily stems and flowers. But the stand-out is the barramundi, smoked in paperbark leaves and served in a leek and potato puree.
The night ends with heartfelt thanks from Tyler, chef Phillip and some of the staff, who are, like us, so thrilled to be part of what is shaping up a success story of Indigenous tourism.
Our home tonight is one of Cooinda's new Yellow Water Villas, a short after-dinner stroll away. Each of the five villas is named for an Indigenous animal from the region, and ours is gabor (green ant). Kundeyhmi language is everywhere, as it should be.
It's already 10pm. Holidaying in Kakadu is an early-morning scene and most guests have already bedded down in humble tents, kitted-out caravans, pimped motorhomes or motel rooms.
Set apart from the vans, the pool, restaurants and reception, the villas' closest neighbours - physically and evolutionary - are the 20 air-conditioned Outback Retreats, neat canvas tents set on low platforms with a shared amenities block. In comparison, our villas are fully self-contained, with a kitchen, bathroom and a barbecue on the deck. Raised on high platforms, gabor looks into the scrub and the small, undoubtedly croc-riddles, Home Billabong beyond.
It's the (alleged) cool season but as a southerner, I giggle in disbelief as it's in the mid-20s. We forgo the aircon and pull only the screen doors closed to listen to the bush, which creaks and snaps with the calls and footfalls of night creatures.
Then, our party of two - me and my Darwin-born sister-in-law - pull out the robes, slippers and the welcome bottle of wine waiting in the fridge. We're too full for the complementary dessert platter, instead saving it for our planned barbie on the deck tomorrow night.
A stack of books sits on the small desk with some big names, including Marcia Langton and Bruce Pascoe. There's also Ben Tyler's children's book, Walking in Gagadju Country and a bright orange self-published book by Judy Opitz, Kakadu's so-called "English Rose", who is said to have been the blueprint for Nicole Kidman's character in Baz Luhrmann's outback epic, Australia. In the 1960s, the 10-Pond Pom marries a local croc-hunter and set up a small store at nearby Jim Jim billabong that paved the way for tourism in Kakadu.
It's the sort of read you'd rip through in a long soak, and there is a deep bathtub out on the open deck. The only problem is that these villas are so new, the screening hedges have not yet been planted, so modesty trumps luxury and instead, I read Judy and husband Tom's wild adventures from the comfort of my king-sized bed. It's no second best: there are Bose speakers for our music, and the many throws and cushions are from Better World Arts in Adelaide, which I love for its decades-long support of the arts in Australia's remote Indigenous communities.
The next morning, we flip the sign on our door to "gone walkabout" and head to the buffet breakfast at the main restaurant. To shake down the bacon and eggs, we take a gentle bush walk through the art galleries at Burrungkuy/Nourlangie Rock, while away an hour at Warradjan Cultural Centre, and then shop the Indigenous-owned and created handcrafts, art, earrings and organic oils and candles I spied at our Dird dinner. They're made by Kakadu Organics, which also supplies our villa's soaps and lotions, scented with tea tree and lemon balm.
We then join Mandy Muir, descendant of the Murumburr people, on a boat for one of the Territory's signature experiences, a cruise down Ngurrungurrudjba (Yellow Water) billabong. Mandy is Ben Tyler's older sister and the longest-serving guide here in Kakadu, and runs a funny, very dry exploration of Kakadu's most popular adventure.
Like most billabongs here, it's choc-full of crocs who steal the show as they line up on the riverbanks, and everyone snaps the snappers. But we also spy herds of buffalo and wild horses, black-headed storks, ibis, egrets, kingfishers and thousands of ducklings who wander - ignorant in their youth - past open jaws of cooling crocs.
On our final night, we've planned a barbecue, but our fallback plan is Cooinda's tasting plate from the restaurant. Stacked with salt & pepper crocodile, buffalo fillet, paperbark-wrapped barra and condiments spiced with quandong, bush tomato or lemon myrtle, it's perfect if your visit doesn't coincide with the Dird feasts.
Or Tyler suggests going out on country with a local tour such as Animal Tracks Safari or Mandy's Kakadu Billabong Safari Camp to wild harvest and cook on the land. With less than half the visitors of Uluru, Kakadu is a different beast: less accommodation, less structure, less tourism industry. But I feel grounded in this landscape; it surrounds me and draws me in rather than remaining aloof, waiting to be admired.
Just three hours' drive from Darwin, Kakadu is only a mini-roadtrip on sealed roads. Yet our days are filled with sacred art, rare foods and stories. And sublime scenery of a more beautiful peaceful world.
