There were "Jumping Croc" tours on offer in Darwin.

Are we being asked to participate  in some special local do  wearing crocs, I wondered.  Perhaps this is the dance for my two left feet!
No,not the dance, the crocodiles had food dangled above their heads to make them jump for it.  

In the heat of 40 C [104 F]  I wouldn't sit in a  boat even if the croc jumped into my arms and  kissed me!
We were promised a spectacle of thunder and lightening at 16 00. We did not get it.
Something akin materialised  in the evening. No thunder, just lightening.Electric lightening.
A groom all in black being  kissed by a bride in spectacular white robe that changed shape  as she  embraced  him at times   tenderly and fleetingly, at times with a fervour and unbridled passion.
A spectacular good-bye to Darwin.