There’s nowhere quite like the Herbert River delta — where crocs sun themselves on muddy banks, sugarcane hums in the breeze, and clouds cling to the peaks of Hinchinbrook Island like slow-moving smoke. It’s the kind of place that feels unchanged by time, equal parts beauty and bite. Locals know the tides by heart and tell stories of “Old Charlie,” a crocodile said to have ruled one particular bend for decades.
Whether myth or memory, it’s all part of Hinchinbrook’s charm: raw, unfiltered nature sitting side by side with generations of hard-working cane farmers. Bring a camera, an open mind, and a dash of respect — this is North Queensland at its quirkiest and most real, where the sugar’s sweet but the rivers have teeth.
