This may not be everyone's idea of a great vacation spot, but seriously, how fun does it sound to be dunked into a pond of salties in a croc cage? To me, that is just another reason to travel to Oz.

In a recent travel article at The Daily Mail, writer Amy Watkins recounts her fun:

The cheerily-named Cage of Death, which lowers tourists into the water to swim alongside crocodiles, is meant to be the highlight of a visit to the cove.

The bite-marked cage is dangled from a monorail. After my encounter with Burt I was hoisted up and along to the next pool and, swinging like a chicken nugget in the wind, was lowered in to meet Houdini.

Named for his ability to break out of enclosures, I eyed the box’s metal roof nervously as I was lowered into the cold water of the pool. His dinky wife Bess came over for a look so I dived down to the bottom of the cage to say g’day, but 15ft-long Houdini stayed basking in the sun, his eyes closed and his front legs tensed ready to pounce.

He was enjoying his siesta, so I was hoisted out and dunked in with Choppa, who lost two legs fighting and was thrown out of a crocodile farm for being a brute. Luckily he was also enjoying a post-lunch snooze so I could get close without worrying about losing any of my limbs.

By the time I got to prehistoric-looking Denzel, an anti-social bully according to his rap sheet, I was beginning to enjoy my dunking, but was still relieved when my 15 minutes were up.
Until that swim I’d been doing my best to avoid man-eating reptiles at the waterholes and wetlands of the Top End, as they call this part of Oz. But this is croc country, where Mother Nature rules and salties are kings of the food chain.

To finish reading her Croc Adventures, click here.