Darwin beckons
I was recovered enough from the rash to be able to ride away from the farm and the cursed mangoes. Rather than go south, Darwin is close and another few days would be good. I was still tender everywhere and the skin was cracking and peeling in places. Not pretty but it was definitely getting better. When I got to the hostel in Darwin and climbed off the bike I noticed that my legs were covered in blood. The skin around my knees and ankles had cracked and started bleeding just from cycling!
There were still a good few people from the farm in Darwin, everywhere I went I was bumping into familiar faces. It made is a good few days, lots of people to hang out with and plenty of good times.