On my last day in Wadeye, the Nudjulu family took me to their outstation at Kuy, 40km away. Patrick rested in the shade while his wife Mona and grandchildren went hunting for mud-crabs in the mangrove swamp for eating later.
Patrick, who speaks several Aboriginal languages, as well as English, told me he was educated at Wadeye in the early mission days and put up in dormitories with other children.
"I was born here, in the bush," he said. "I used to run away and walk back here."
He laughs heartily: "I'm happy to be here still."
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