The locals tell stories of a crocodile – a real monster, more than four metres long – that used to swim up the Ross River. It started off eating bull sharks, which is impressive, but not a huge problem to the people. But once it had finished off the sharks, it fixed its eye on different prey; it started having a go at fishing boats, trying to tip them over to get at whoever was in them…
Maybe the stories are true. Or maybe the locals are doing what they do best: sitting at the pub, knocking back pints of Legends Lager with its malt sweetness and earthy Saaz hop bitterness, and spinning yarns to scare the tourists.
Mick Wüst