Territory dreaming
s the sun dips towards the horizon at the grand Nawurlandja lookout, it’s impossible not to feel liberated. On this baking red escarpment in the midst of remarkable Kakadu, we sit and breathe in the world around us – endless savannah broken only by other rocky outcrops, the Anbangbang Billabong ahead of us and the Burrungkuy (Nourlangie) rock art site behind. It’s only a brisk 15-minute walk from car park to peak, and yet we’ve entered rarefied air. We could be at the
