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  • Day 25

    The Great Barrier Reef

    January 8, 2014, Coral Sea

    Shute Harbour, Queensland, Australia
    Wednesday, January 8, 2014

    We have had some amazing days in the last two months and today has been up there with the best of them. As part of our visit to Hamilton Island, two trips were included and this morning we departed to the Great Barrier Reef at 9am sharp from the Marina. Yes I know, water yet again, but it couldn't be avoided as you will see. Our vessel was called the Sea Horse and was a large ocean going catamaran with every facility. The Sea Horse left Hamilton Harbour and headed north through the Whitsunday Passage. On 3 June 1770 Lt. James Cook sailed up the East coast of New Holland, as Australia was then known and through this body of water and its large group of Islands, naming it the Whitsunday Passage, as it was the 7th Sunday after Easter (White Sunday). He named only one Island, Pentecost, in honour of the feast of Pentecost.
    It is a two hour voyage, across the Coral Sea, out to Reefworld, which is a permanent purpose built pontoon on Hardy Reef and I'm delighted to report that it was a calm, sunny journey! As the boat draws near to the pontoon, the sea colour starts to change to a light sea green, indicating that the water is shallow and that is all there is to indicate that one of the great wonders of the world is under your feet. The Great Barrier Reef extends for 2,300 kms and comprises a network of some 2,900 individual reefs, with the same overall area as the UK! The reefs are made up of corals, living colonies of organisms, similar to jellyfish, but they are attached to a skeleton of secreted limestone. They will only flourish in warm waters receiving high light levels. Along this coast is a shallow continental shelf 20-30 mtrs deep, which has given the Great Barrier Reef chance to develop. It is a gigantic Marine Park that over 1500 species of fish call home and is an environment that is continually under threat from climate change and pollution.
    There are a variety of activities you can pursue whilst on the pontoon, from sunbathing on the upper deck, to scuba diving, snorkelling, sitting in the underwater viewing observatory, riding in the semi submersible with the resident marine biologist or even a helicopter flight to admire the reef from above. The time passes very quickly. We took a ride in the sub and marvelled at the variety of corals visible and the teeming fish just everywhere. The underwater observatory was equally fascinating and you soon felt yourself drawn into an underwater world of such diversity and complexity, that the term 'the Wonder of the Deep' floated into the mind.
    At 1 o’clock came the moment of truth. It was time for the snorkel safari that we had signed up for, heavy legal disclaimer and all. I hope you are sitting down and if you are not, please do so, this is not for the faint hearted! It was time to don the wetsuits, which are a protective measure against a killer jellyfish called the Irukandji. My mind was instantly taken back to the kayak skirt incident. Getting the damn thing on was even more tortuous, because here you had a whole body Spanx suit as opposed to a skirt. Peter struggled into his only to find he had it on back to front and had to strip it off and start again! As you can imagine this took a while. The end result was of course riveting, particularly when you look around and realise that, with the exception of one other couple, you are the oldest there and most of the young things cavorting about looking svelte in skin tight Lycra are young enough to be your children at least. A thought provoking moment. Next came the flippers. They look innocuous enough don't they? They are fiends, so tight as to almost impossible to get on alone and once on inclined to give one cramp. The final piece de resistance is of course the mask and snorkel itself. Now this should and must be waterproof and in order to achieve such a state it seems to me that It is essential to cut off all circulation to the face. Our instructor was a lovely lad called Tom. He had the longest dark eyelashes I've ever seen on a man. Strange the trivia you notice and focus on in moments of extreme panic. However, I thought they might be long enough to grab on to if all else failed. Poor Tom had clearly weighed up the situation in a flash and whipped out a life jacket with one hand and a large flotation ring with the other. Clearly the thought of being squeezed to death by
    a stressed out grandmother was something to be avoided at all costs! Down to the diving platform we went and drill was gone through, before the moment of truth. One had to slip gracefully off the ledge into the water, whilst trying to remember to breathe through the snorkel. I was terrified and only the thought of letting everyone down and failing to do the task I had set myself got me into the water. To those of you who are good swimmers this will be incomprehensible, but please bear in mind that I can only manage a steady head up breast stroke and treading water has always been beyond me. I clung on to that ring for grim death. Tense wasn't the word for it. 'Relax' says Tom and 'put your face in the water to look at the reef'. Peter did brilliantly and was away. It took me ten minutes to follow Tom's instructions. but when I had finally found the courage from somewhere, it was worth every panic stricken moment. He guided us around the reef explaining as he went. I couldn't move much (paralysed with fear), looking down was one thing, moving anything, quite another. The one advantage was the little fish of brilliant hues thought I was an inanimate object and swam right up to my mask to investigate. I was entranced. We saw coral of all sorts, shoals of beautiful fish, clams and sea anemones with their own resident Nemos(clown fish). We were so thrilled. It was magical. Mind you I wouldn't have seen a thing if that poor lad hadn't towed me round bless him. He deserves a medal. After half an hour I felt I was beginning to get the hang of it and could breathe, look down and perhaps waggle one foot. Then came getting into the inflatable dingy for the ride back to the pontoon. If only you had had a camcorder. It took three of them before I was finally sprawled like a beached whale in the bottom of the thing laughing like a maniac. Well what else could you do but laugh at your own idiocy.
    This was a challenge for both Peter and I, but you don't come half way round the world and be on top of one of the marvels of the world to go home annoyed with yourself for being such a coward. WE DID IT and once more it is a memory to savour.
    The wind freshened on the way back and yes, you've guessed it, out came the sick bags again, but we were on such a high, we didn't even feel queasy. How's that for a triumphant end to a spine tingling day at the Great Barrier Reef.

    PS There were three other ladies in our group with the intrepid Tom. Caroline, a GPs wife from Ely who emigrated to Tasmania 6 yrs ago ( the family that is) and two other girls from London, one of whose family home is at Newmarket! Yet again - small world.
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  • Day 26

    The Whitsundays

    January 9, 2014, Coral Sea

    Hamilton Island, Queensland, Australia
    Thursday, January 9, 2014

    It was another early rising and as we went to breakfast at 7am we were passed by the runners taking advantage of the slightly cooler morning to put miles under their belts. Mad fools. Still, the humidity was probably only 60% so they would return looking like a single grease spot as opposed to a double. This morning's vessel was called the Orca and we rushed upstairs to grab our favourite seats on top for the views, but under the awning for shade. We drew out of the harbour at 8.15 and were deposited on Whitehaven beach by 9am. You know how fond Peter is of beaches, he couldn't believe he was ankle deep in the dreaded sand so early in the morning. The unspoiled beach is part of The Whitehaven National Park and is over 7 kms long and has pure white fine sand. It is part of Whitsunday Island, which is the largest of the 74 Islands in the group. The bush grows right down to the beach, so there is plenty of natural shade to be had and when we arrived there was no one else there. That changed as the morning went on and by the time we departed at lunchtime it was busy with boats and people enjoying the surroundings.
    Did you know that the beautiful fine white sand, so prized by us humans, is in fact parrot fish poo? No, I thought not! The parrot fish zealously guards it's patch of coral on the reef and harvests the algae growing on it for food. Almost inevitably small pieces of the limestone skeleton get broken off in the process and the fish grinds them down to fine particles that are excreted from it's other end. So, the next time you allow the sand to trickle through your fingers on a romantic beach somewhere, just remember where it came from. It only goes to prove that one man's rubbish is another man's treasure! The parrot fish also acts as the the car wash of the reef. It will remove parasites and algae from other resident fish, who will wait in line for their turn!
    The sea was warm, clear and a beautiful pale turquoise, but the dreaded little stingers were around, so once more wetsuits were handed out as we left the boat, with strict instructions ringing in our ears to use them when swimming. Apparently if you are stung, you have 45 mins to obtain treatment before it's curtains. A salutary thought and so once more it was the struggle into the Spanx suits, made all the more tricky by sand everywhere. You can imagine PL cursing under his breath! But at least he got the thing on the right way round this time, apart from trying to put his legs in the sleeves! Picture the scene, beautiful natural beach stretching as far as the eye can see and all these black Lycra clad forms cavorting in the surf. Just to add to the effect, these suits had hoods. Umm.....even more fetching, particularly when you add a pair of goggles. That sea water stings you know. This is certainly not a photoshoot for the tourist brochures, unless it's of the kinky variety, but I think that should be leather not Lycra!! It was a glorious morning frolic and even Peter enjoyed it, which is unusual when it comes to beaches. Imagine though, taking the wet suit off again without getting it covered in sand. It proved impossible, so I then had to go down to the water to rinse them off, which rather defeated the object I thought. We hung them over a convenient tree branch to dry off and noticed a rustling in the undergrowth. To Peter's horror and my delight a 3ft monitor lizard slithered out on to a log and just sat there basking in the sun. He was a magnificent creature, completely unfazed by his audience and once I'd got my eye in there was another smaller version close by. I watched them for ages and have taken some photos that I will include, but I warn you, he is so well camouflaged you may struggle to spot him. The boat collected us about midday and we cruised back around the Whitsunday Islands, which are truly beautiful and we arrived back at the Marina in time for a late lunch.
    We have booked our favourite Italian for supper tonight and I'm about to set to and sort out the cases ready to move on tomorrow morning. Our short, but stunning sojourn in the Whitsundays is all too quickly coming to a close. We catch the ferry to Airlie Beach on the mainland, collect a car and drive ourselves up the coast road to Cairns, staying at Townsville overnight. We are in the Cairns area for our last two weeks and plan to chill, so we at least come home part rested! See you later........as they say in these parts.
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  • Day 28

    Moving On

    January 11, 2014 in Australia ⋅ ⛅ 27 °C

    Townsville City, Queensland, Australia
    Saturday, January 11, 2014

    We awoke to pouring rain on our final Hamilton Island morning, but luckily for us being a moving day, it wasn't vital. You could certainly tell we were English in the queue for the Airlie Beach ferry. There were only two passengers wearing wet weather gear, everyone else was in shorts and flip flops! Luckily for us, despite the rain, the crossing to the mainland was calm and we picked up our car and headed north on the 'Bruce' Highway. What I want to know is, where's Sheila's?
    The coastal strip of sub tropical Queensland is a centre for sugar cane production and plantations and old railways lines that transport the cut crop criss cross the area. There are tomato and mango farms, plus coffee plantations,which took me by surprise. We were not far out of Airlie Beach when we came across an advertising hoarding inviting the traveller to take a break and sample the Whitsunday Coffee Company's brew. It was lunchtime and a decent cup of coffee is hard to find on this side of the world. We stopped at this quirky little cafe, complete with resident white cockatoo known as ‘the Boss’. Here, the coffee plants are grown, the beans picked, processed, roasted and ground before eventually finding the cup with great effect. Add a warm freshly made spinach and ricotta muffin and you have the essence of a first class lunch. We drove on amidst the odd shower for about 250 kms before reaching Townsville, our stop for the night. We wandered the centre looking for a suitable restaurant and eventually settled on a Mexican Cantina, as the best of a bad lot. The margarita at least was first class. Deciding we would like a drink, we wandered around attempting to find an establishment that looked as if it might accept anyone over the age of 30, with little success. Defeated, we decamped to the hotel bar, only to find it shut for the night at 9.45pm!! At this point we had two choices, room service or the pole dancing club on the corner, which did appear to welcome a more mature clientele!? I'll leave it to your imaginations as to which one won out!
    More rain this morning, but again it was a travelling day. Boy did it rain on the way up to Cairns and by the looks of the forecast we have not seen the end of it. Oh well, we have been so lucky up till now. Sugar is definitely king in Queensland and grown as far as the eye can see. As we drove further north, banana plantations started to be interspersed amongst the sugar cane, the hands of bananas bagged on the trees ready for harvesting. There is a high Italian base to the communities, as there was mass migration to this part of Australia at the end of the 1800s to work in the sugar fields. It shows in the delis and eateries we observed in the settlements we passed through.
    We have reached the part of the trip when R&R is in the ascendancy and I may not have so much to say, for fear of boring you all! So, do not be surprised if reports are less frequent.
    I'll sign off for now and speak later.
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  • Day 31

    Tropical North Queensland

    January 14, 2014 in Australia ⋅ ⛅ 24 °C

    Yorkeys Knob, Queensland, Australia
    Tuesday, January 14, 2014

    The Monsoon has arrived, well, nearly. Apparently, it won't completely set in for another couple of weeks according to the locals. It has certainly rained since we arrived on Saturday and I mean rain, buckets full of it, falling sheet like from a leaden sky. You would be soaked to the skin in seconds, but rather like a tap, as quickly as it is turned on, it is turned off in an instant. The key is to avoid the downpours. One thing to bear in mind is that it is still really hot (30 ish), which from our point of view makes it acceptable. Other parts of the country are in the low 40s, so we feel quite cool here!
    We are staying just north of Cairns, on one of the northern beach settlements, called Yorkeys Knob. The Knob is a rocky headland tumbling down to the sea sheltering Half Moon Bay and Yorkey was a rough tough Yorkshireman, who lived on the headland and achieved a degree of notoriety here in the late 1800s. Such is the story that often lies behind the naming of any village, township or city.
    This section of coastline edges a narrow rich coastal flatland, running from a marvellous mountain range down to the Coral Sea and the Northern end of the Great Barrier Reef. It is full of natural beauty and remarkably unspoiled I'm delighted to say.
    Cairns is the largest conurbation, which is called a city here, but in truth is no more than a large King's Lynn, but with a sea view and without the historic content. Being so close to the Barrier Reef, it is the launching point of many trips to the Reef and is essentially tourist driven. I'm glad we decided to base ourselves amongst the Northern Beaches. A city is a city in anyone's language, it is just a question of degree.
    We had supper last night and tonight at the local Boat Club out on the deck, which is shaded/ sheltered by a large awning. The view of the coast and Marina is lovely and the food really good. It is immensely popular and busy and we were taken by surprise yesterday, being too late to book a table, but were told we could come along and sign in as a temporary member and eat on the bar verandah. We followed instructions, but all the tables were taken and we were hovering just wondering what to do, when something happened that could only take place here in Australia. A guy, who subsequently introduced himself as Adrian, jumped up and invited us to join him and his 'mate' at their table. " I can see you are Poms visiting (how did he know?) and we can't let you sit on your own". This encapsulates the friendliness and lack of reserve that personifies this land and is part of what makes Australia so special. We had a great night and returned the favour tonight, entertaining Adrian and Marty at steak night. The steaks were perfectly cooked and the suggested Barossa Valley Shiraz complimented them perfectly. Both 'mates' work at the local James Cook University, which is a satellite of Melbourne Uni. Adrian is a real character, a retired policeman from Sydney, who has reinvented himself in HR at the university. A no nonsense personality, he must be a breath of fresh air in academia, but is clearly greatly appreciated in his role. Marty, his mate, is a scientist (an entomologist to be precise) and is involved in a research project to neutralise dengue fever, initially in tropical Australia, but ultimately world wide over the next ten years. ( to my astonishment, there can be up to 1500 cases a year here). They have pioneered the injection of a parasitic bacteria into the mosquito, which prevents the mosi passing on the fever to it's offspring and when the insects die, the fever virus dies with it. It is very exciting research and they are on the brink of proving its efficacy to the scientific world. Uptake elsewhere is already beginning and Marty spoke eloquently and passionately about his hopes for the project. Adrian listened to all this with an air of resignation before saying out of his mate's hearing " clever bloke, but does go on some!" And all we did was take ourselves out to supper at the Boat Club.
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  • Day 32

    The Cattana Wetlands

    January 15, 2014 in Australia ⋅ ⛅ 24 °C

    Yorkeys Knob, Queensland, Australia
    Wednesday, January 15, 2014

    It has been a quiet day today, but we did take time out to visit the Cattana Wetlands, a 60 hectare site close by. It has been developed from a an old sugar cane farm owned by one Franco Cattana. The farm was sold and gravel extracted leaving flooded quarry lakes, a perfect spot for wildlife and tropical rain forest. there are butterflies galore and we hadn't been there 5 minutes before we spotted two electric blue Ulysses butterflies. They are huge, probably close on 4inches across and quite a sight flitting in amongst the trees. We watched a variety of birds on the water lily covered lakes, including the diving Darter and the comb-crested Jakana picking its way over the lily pads with great care, looking for lunch no doubt.
    It is a quiet peaceful spot, providing you keep you eye out for the odd python and crocodile that have been known to frequent the area. It's the perfect habitat you see. We kept strictly to the middle of all paths and away from the water's edge just in case!
    Later on this afternoon, I came upon the following, which struck a chord and I'm going to print it here, as much as anything, to prevent me from loosing the scrap of paper and thence it is gone forever.

    Live with Intention
    Walk to the Edge
    Listen Hard
    Practice Wellness
    Play with Abandon
    Laugh
    Choose with no Regret
    Continue to Learn
    Appreciate your Friends
    Do what you Love
    Love as if that is all There Is.

    And on that philosophical note I'll say Nite Nite!
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  • Day 33

    Take to the Skies

    January 16, 2014 in Australia ⋅ ⛅ 23 °C

    Yorkeys Knob, Queensland, Australia
    Thursday, January 16, 2014

    It is strange, but when you set yourself the task of doing nothing, it can be remarkably difficult to achieve. Both Peter and I have really struggled to settle in to this final R&R period. We gave up today and had the day out. It seemed much more normal to be up early and watching the clock so as not to be late. Our scenic train left Freshwater Station to wind its way through the mountains to Kuranda, a village in the rainforest. The line was constructed over 120 years ago under extreme conditions, bearing in mind that every inch had to be hand dug and secured. There was no such thing as heavy duty machinery in those days. It was and is a tremendous feat of engineering. Supplying the burgeoning gold mining industry was the incentive. Two 1720 class locomotives are needed to haul the train up the track, which rises over 1000 mtrs to the village. They are beautifully adorned in the vibrant Buda Dji colours. The painting, created by a local Aboriginal artist George Rilet, portrays the the legend of Buda-Dji, the carpet snake, said to have carved out the Barron Gorge. The man charged with the task of building the railway was one John Robb. He employed over 1500 men, who had to live in tents and provide their own tools. The climate alone would have made this an arduous task and many died due to accidents and disease. The journey up to Kuranda takes two hours and the scenery is awe inspiring. As the train climbs, the rainforest sets in in all it's beauty. The tapestry of greens have to be seen to be believed. It is so varied, with its top tree canopy, middle level of lower trees, particularly tree ferns (Dickinsonia) and climbers, plus the lower ground cover plants that tend to be large leaved and a darker green colour. We travelled through rugged coastal mountains, steep ravines, the mighty Barron Gorge and falls, that are over 260 metres tall. This is the Barron Gorge National Park, established in 1940. It is a part of the Wet Tropics World Heritage area, also known as The Daintree, which is the oldest continually surviving Tropical Rainforest region on earth.
    We arrived at Kuranda in time for an early lunch and to be honest should have headed back down at that point. The village is totally given over to commercial interest and most of it pretty tacky at that. There were a couple of very interesting Aboriginal Galleries and street art, but otherwise it was hard sell all the way. Fed up with it all, we headed for the butterfly sanctuary and tropical bird aviary. You can wander around both attractions with the creatures in (technical) free flight around you. The cassowary had the sense of it. The poor thing was slumped in the corner of his pen with his back to the visitors, looking to all intents and purposes
    as if he was fed up and had taken the hump.
    The journey down to the coast was by Skyrail. It is a 7.5 kms cableway through the rainforest and one travels by a glass bottomed gondola. There are stunning panoramic views all around and of course straight down, that gives one a rarely seen birds eye view of the rainforest from above. There are two stations where one can get out and walk through the forest on interpretive trails. It is hot and steamy, punctuated by bird calls and quite different in feel from the New Zealand rainforest that we had seen earlier in our trip. New Zealand's is much more attractive, but The Australian version has a grandeur it is difficult to ignore. This was undoubtedly the highlight of the day (sorry Peter T!). We have another trip planned to the Daintree next week, but we will certainly never forget floating mere metres above the tree tops of the oldest rainforest in the world.
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  • Day 36

    Chill Time

    January 19, 2014 in Australia ⋅ ⛅ 28 °C

    Palm Cove, Queensland, Australia
    Sunday, January 19, 2014

    Since our last chat we have moved further up the coast to Palm Cove, for our final week. We arrived here on Friday and have settled in to our villa, which is on a small development around a lovely pool set in a tropical garden. The weather has been steadily around thirty degrees and the rain has abated. It is tremendously hot almost everywhere else ( 40s ), so we are counting our blessings! Palm Cove is very attractive with a Palm fringed beach, some shops and really good eateries. We have discovered a great place called Vivo, who have a cocktail happy hour between 3 and 6pm with tapas accompaniment. So now, we keep finding our way down there late afternoon to try another cocktail. Well, we do feel it is our duty to test them out for quality control purposes. We did actually eat there last night on the verandah. It was gorgeous, both food and setting; virtually on the beach with the sea gently lapping the shore. Yet another of those moments to savour.
    We are in our final week and it beggars belief where the time has gone. Chill out is gradually seeping into the bones. Having said all that we are off on what is probably our last trip of our adventure. We leave early in the morning for a 4wd trip up to Cape Tribulation and the Bloomfield track. It is a further exploration of the Daintree rainforest and we are really looking forward to it. I'll report all the happenings tomorrow, swimmers are packed.
    TTFN.
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  • Day 37

    Cape Trib (as it is known here!)

    January 20, 2014 in Australia ⋅ 26 °C

    Palm Cove, Queensland, Australia
    Monday, January 20, 2014

    We have been so fortunate today on several fronts, as will become apparent. It was the obligatory early start and we were collected from the villa this morning at 7.45 and as part of a small tour group we set off up the coast road towards Port Douglas and the Daintree National Park. Our guide was a typically laconic Aussie called Matt, with a blond ponytail most girls would kill for. He asked us where we were from and on realising we were from the mother land said 'Aw, thought you'd come and check up on the colonies did yuh?! Make sure you give Liz a good report of us'. I'm sure you get the picture and immediately we knew we were in for a good day.
    The drive up to Port Douglas hugs the coast and the views are yet again spectacular. The sun shone, it was as clear as a bell and the Coral Sea was like a millpond, scarcely a ripple. Matt explained how unusual this was for the time of year and that no rain and views are virtually unheard of in January. See what I mean by fortunate.
    By 9.30am we were on the Daintree river for a short cruise. This is the beginning of the National Park and whilst we were on the water Matt took the 4wd over the river by ferry, which is the only way to cross, as there is no bridge and to drive round would take a day. The river was named by a British Geologist by the name of George Elphinstone-Dalrymple ( could only be British), who was sent up to Ccoktown to develop the port to export gold. He soon realised this was a nonstarter and started to explore, looking for other options. On coming upon this navigable river, he promptly named it for a friend and fellow geologist, Richard Daintree and so the name became synomous with this part of the world. The tropical rainforest grows right down to the river and the edges are clothed in mangroves. There are over 30 species growing in the Park, although I would have to say, seen one mangrove seen ‘em all. They look pretty alike to the untrained eye. We spotted a snake basking in an over hanging tree, nesting birds of varying sorts and joy of joys a small estuarine crocodile sitting log like on a pad of floating vegetation. Again, we were lucky, as crocodiles are not usually visible at this time of year. After an hour or so we picked up Matt and the vehicle on the other side of the river and drove on through ever denser tropical rainforest. The road, which on the map appears to be a proper road, narrows down to little more than a track. We stopped for a rainforest guided walk which was fascinating, having someone pointing out things we would have never realised the significance of had we been alone. We found a nutmeg tree, saw cycads hundreds of years old and started to understand the complexity and origins of the forest under Matt's direction. This is the oldest original rainforest on the planet and things have remained unchanged here since the days of the dinosaurs and beyond. It is an amazing concept. The Aborigines have fed themselves and used materials from the forest for hundreds of years, with little lasting effect as they only take what is necessary. I wish the same could be said of us 'colonials'. One beautiful red cedar tree has been felled to the point of there being only a handful left, in the hundred years from the 1860s.
    Those of you who have visited Australia will be accustomed to the idea that rarely is the correct name used in conversation for anything. Everything and I mean everything is abbreviated, nicknamed, initialled. You do struggle to get your head round the slang at times. During this walk Matt kept referring to 'the indige'. It took us a while to get his drift and understand that he meant the local (indigenous) Aboriginals. Can you imagine the outcry at home if such a casual term was uttered. I think Sir Humphrey's phrase may have been something like 'the local native population whose existence is presupposed to have predated the arrival of the Colonial Era'.
    The Queen's English does take on a different guise here!
    Lunch was taken at the Raintree cafe and to our astonishment Matt cooked steaks on the Barbe, an array of salads was produced and we sat down to a sumptuous feast, which was most unexpected. There followed Kangaroo feeding as the Cafe owners have two pet big reds. Would you believe these are the first two kangaroos we have clapped eyes on in the 6 weeks we have travelled Australia and are millions of them out there. They are the most unusual creatures close to. Certainly not pretty, awkward unless springing at full speed and yet remarkably dexterous with their 'hands'. They have a real character about them that somehow epitomises all that Australia is about.
    We moved on, passing fields of Camellia Chinesis, or to you and I, tea bushes! Here is the Daintree Tea company, the produce of which we had the opportunity of sampling later on. We now set off down the 4WD Bloomfied Track, an unmade road, typical of many throughout this vast land. Our objective was the pristine Emmagene Creek and it's natural swimming hole. We had been advised to bring swimmers. As you might imagine, changing facilities are somewhat lacking in the rainforest and this is no smooth bottomed pool! Not surprisingly the only takers were three of the guys, who could swim in their shorts. It was a stunning spot however and whilst we took everything in, Matt made Daintree Billy Tea (it was very good) and produced traditional damper (also surprisingly good). He commented on how he would demonstrate the Australian tea ceremony, which had similarities to the complex and ordered Japanese version. The billy can is boiled over a camping stove (no fires allowed in a National Park), Matt glanced cursorily round grabbed a handful of tea and threw it in, with a 'that should do it!'. When it came to straining the brew, due to the lack of a tea strainer (the standards of these colonials!), he explained they used centrifugal force. Ok, interesting thought, very scientific, now where is that centrifuge when you want it? As with everything here, simplification is the name of the game. He grabbed the billy by the handle and swung it round his head to separate tea and leaves. The mothers amongst us were aghast, but of course it worked like a charm. Not that I suggest you try it in the kitchen with the teapot! We sampled tropical fruits grown in the locality, some we knew, others not and a jolly half hour passed.
    The return journey began and we visited Cape Tribulation beach on the way back to the ferry. This is the spot where two world heritage sites meet i.e. The Daintree Forest and The Great Barrier Reef. It is an amazing sight. The bay and it's famous headland were deserted apart from us. I couldn't believe we had it all to ourselves. Cape Trib (the local abbreviation again!) was named by Lt James Cook, when his ship The Endeavour was grounded on the reef off shore and he wrote in his log of the 'trials and tribulations of the following days, as the crew battled to re float the ship and keep her afloat, until they could repair the damage. A testing time no doubt, as in those days most sailors couldn't swim. It was considered unlucky and so failure to save the ship would have been disastrous for the captain and crew. Interesting to think that there may have been no triumphant return for the Lt, who was subsequently made Captain James Cook having claimed New Zealand and Australia for GB. On board, as resident botanist was Joseph Banks, who named so many native plants during this voyage, bringing back to England drawings and seeds that are preserved at Kew to this day. Consequently, Cook named the headland Cape Tribulation and at Cooktown, the river, Endeavour.
    The day had one more stroke of luck to deliver. Just down the road from Cape Tribulation we had the good fortune to see a Cassowary in the wild. Only 15% of visitors have this joy and we were suitably thrilled to be amongst them. They are the most unusual birds. This one was a juvenile as it's cockade had yet to develop. They are flightless birds and the Daintree is one of its last strongholds. Their feathers are reduced to long soft quill like structures of a blue/black colour. The head is blue and green with a red wattle and it has long legs and three very long toes. They do resemble an emu, but are more beautifully coloured. Truly a bird of a prehistoric rainforest and a magnificent sight.
    To recover, Matt took us to the Daintree Ice Cream Co. Here, organic ice cream is made using tropical fruit and nuts grown on the orchard. We purchased a tub containing a scoop each of macadamia, apricot, wattle seed and jack fruit ice cream. They were all delicious and gratefully received in the heat of the afternoon.
    The ferry safely negotiated, remainder of the journey back to Palm Cove was uneventful I'm pleased to report. No one could have stood the strain of much more! We arrived back hot, tired, sweaty , but exhilarated. Billy Tea Safaris are the tour group to go for if you find yourself in this neck of the woods. They certainly deliver a day with a difference and a refreshing dip in the pool on our return was the perfect end to a brilliant expedition.
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  • Day 38

    Mossman Gorge

    January 21, 2014 in Australia

    Palm Cove, Queensland, Australia
    Tuesday, January 21, 2014

    Yet again we have struck it lucky with the weather and we woke up to a bright sunny day, so we decided to take advantage and headed for Mossman Gorge. This is another section of the Daintree Rainforest and sits 20kms north west of Port Douglas. The Mossman river rises high in the Alexandra Range of the Great Divide and cuts it's way down through the gorge to the Coral Sea. There is an excellent visitor centre run by the local indigenous people, the Ngadiku, pronounced Nar-di-gul. You are shuttled to the gorge centre, where there are a variety of secluded nature walks through the rainforest that clothes the gorge sides, that include lookouts over the gorge itself. It is quite beautiful in a different way to yesterday's sights. The piece de resistance however, is the swimming hole section, known as The Beach, which was busy with youngsters mainly, cooling off in spectacular surroundings. Some of the vistas were just stunning and we thoroughly enjoyed exploring another side to this World Heritage region.
    I will include lots of photos, so you can see for yourself, because I'm running out of superlatives!
    On the way back to Palm Cove we drove into Port Douglas to have a wander round. Lots of resorts, restaurants and shops. Much more upmarket than Cairns, but we certainly prefer Palm Cove and the Northern Beaches as a base. We had supper tonight again amongst the palm trees twenty feet from the beach. This is such a glorious spot, without being overdone.
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  • Day 39

    The Atherton Tablelands

    January 22, 2014 in Australia ⋅ 23 °C

    Palm Cove, Queensland, Australia
    Tuesday, January 21, 2014

    It's been a change of scene today, as we decided to take a look at the Atherton Tablelands. It involved a drive up and over the Divide, which is twisty and forest heavy until the other side of Kuranda, when suddenly the landscape changes and opens out. The rainforest melts away, the mountains retreat and you find yourself in a completely different country, but still within North Queensland. In effect you have climbed on to a plateau and are almost on a savannah type grassland, interspersed with eucalyptus and termite mounds. Everything shimmered in the heat as we headed for Mareeba, from where you can branch off and drive to Broome on the WA coast some 2500 kms away. It will take you approximately two days.
    Once at Mareeba we called in at Coffee World for a tasting session and some lunch. I guess it makes a change from wine! There are around 50 coffee farms on the Tablelands, where the acidic volcanic soils are well suited to growing coffee. We sampled excellent local coffee roasts, teas, liqueurs and the locally made chocolate. An enormous collection of coffee historica is displayed, all collected by one man, for whom coffee has been something of an obsession.
    Did you know coffee originated as a drink in Aden, Yemen and was brought initially to Constantinople where it was immensely fashionable in the 1500s? At this point coffee was known as the Wine of Arabia. It was then imported to Venice and thence to Paris and London. Coffee Houses were the place to be seen in the mid 1600s, during the Jacobean period. Around the same time it was taken to America and coffee's popularity has grown and grown ever since.
    After lunch, we drove down to Atherton which is essentially a market town serving the largely agricultural community. There are cattle stations and tropical fruit farms. Interestingly, the cattle are crossed with Indian Brahmin cattle, who are better able to withstand the heat. Turning East once more we headed for Yungaburra, a village still steeped in the Australian pioneering spirit. There are many original Queenslander wooden houses, (built on stilts) around a village green. We seemed to have stepped back in time. The Hotel Eacham was built in the 1860s and has retained many of its original features including the staircase of local timber. The police station and court house building is hardly altered and so it goes on, until we came upon an extraordinary scene in Cedar Rd. Here is the Yungaburra Bowls Club, immaculate in every way and there is a match in progress. All the players were in pristine white and concentration was typically Aussie, extreme. Not a word was uttered the whole time we stood watching. It seemed a moment out of time.
    The landscape has changed yet again and we are amongst rolling green volcanic hills and lakes. This is referred to locally as the Lake District. Just on the outskirts of the town is a duck billed platypus viewing platform at Peterson Creek, so naturally we strolled down to have a look. It is a muddy overgrown stretch of water with a dirty brown dappled surface, which makes spotting a tiny, dirty, brown platypus easy of course. (they are only about 12inches long) The little dears are really nocturnal and tend to be active at dawn and dusk.. This was three o'clock in the afternoon, so the chances of a glimpse were slim, but hang on, what is that over the far side under the overhang of that tree. It is dark brown and scuffling about at the edge of the creek. Just a minute there are two of them! Excitement starts to build, but they are a little too far away for the us visibly challenged old dears to be certain what we are seeing. After a couple of tantalising minutes out of the shadows come .......... a pair of dirty brown ducks!! Oh well, you can't be lucky all the time.
    On that note we headed back to Palm Cove. It was a day with a difference and it gave us the opportunity to see a different side of Queensland, beyond the tropical rainforest coastal strip.
    A change is as good as a rest, but tomorrow we concentrate on the rest!
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