Up Top in Down Under
Say "Cans" not "Cairns". That's right, you ignore the 'ir' in Cairns and you will say it like a true Aussie.
We arrived in Cairns last Wednesday, Jan. 5th. We already miss the wonderful community of the Roche family and friends. On our last afternoon in Perth we went to the village's weekly dart game organized by Christine's 83 year old mother, Mikki. Don was surprisingly good, I need a bit more practice. The highlight of the outing was a story told by a ninety year old lady (who also happened to be a good dart player):
She was shopping in Coles (grocery store not books) when a young man walked up to her and handed her a card. She thought, 'How lovely. A Chrismas card from a perfect stranger.' When she got home she found that it was not a Christmas card, and tucked inside was a crisp one hundred dollar bill. On the front of the card was a wedding photo from days gone by. On the back was a faded photograph of five children. On the inside left flap was a poem about helping those in need if you are fortunate enough to be able to do so. On the facing page of the card were personal notes from the giver. He said that when he was five his father was killed in a mining accident and his mother had to raise her five children on her own.Their lives were unbelievably hard. Over the years he often wished that someone would help them. No one did. Now, as an adult, he has the means to help others. Isn't that a wonderful Christmas story?
Here are a few more pictures of Perth. The houses are brick or smooth stucco-sided bungalows. The mail boxes are pillars at the front of the yards. The neighborhoods are dotted with round-a-bouts instead of traffic lights.
Christine's mother, Mikki, had her niece, Anne, and Anne's friend, Ben, staying with her at the same time we visited Peter and Christine. As Mikki lives kitty-corner to Peter and Christine's we all spent a lot of time together.
Ben's life story is very interesting. His great grandfather founded a cattle station in 1886 - Abedoar, 'mouth of the River Dore'. At it's peak the station reached 150,00 acres in size. Ben and his brother inherited the station from their father. Together they had over 6,000 cattle. As the station was spread over 6 properties they used airplanes to service the properties. (They could not use helicopters, because they drove the cattle mad.) To move the cattle they also used motor bikes, horses, and kelpie dogs. The beginning of the end of Ben's station came when his cattle started dying off by the hundreds. By the time the authorities figured out the toxin that was killing them, he had lost 2,000 of his 3,000 head. In 1994 Ben sold out. The end of an era.
Cairns is in the state of Queensland - the state where Aussie's go to vacation. The region is known for it's warm, sunny tropical days tempered by cooling breezes. In the heart of downtown there is a huge swimming lagoon surrounded on 3 sides by an esplanade.
Nearby are restaurants serving all manner of food, trendy shops and live music dotted throughout the area. We are staying 25 kms north of Cairns at a beach resort called Palm Cove. This is just one of the many resorts along the coast-line.
Aboriginal means, "earliest known". We have observed many more aborigines around Cairns than in the other regions we have visited. There were over 400 different aboriginal groups, each with a different language or dialect, and with different cultures. The three largest groups of aboriginies are the Anangu Pitjantjatjara, the Arrernte, and the Anangu Luritja. The aborigines have suffered from the same problems that plagued North American natives; acoholism, disenfranchisement, allienation.
Happily many things have changed for the better amongst Aborigines today, and many anti-discrimination laws have been reinforced. Aborigines as of 2004, receive more social benefits than has been awarded to any other community. Many Aboriginals are completely integrated into society, through music, art, politics.
Don and I spent a day at the Hartley Crocodile Adventure park. Crocodiles crocodiles and even more crocodiles. When you are viewing the pens full of these animals, look at them and imagine a new designer hand bag, new up market designer shoes being sold to the rich and famous, and exotic leather belts and bracelets. Hartley's was the first to commercially farm crocodiles in order to protect the ones in the wild from poaching and potential extinction. Hartleys has been farming and exporting crocodile meat and skins since 1989 and have since gained a reputation world wide for the high quality skins they offer.
An interesting fact about crocodile breeding. The temperature of incubation determines the sex of the crocodiles. Temperature between 26ºC and 30ºC produces mostly females and between 30ºC and 33ºC produces mostly males. Males are the sex of choice as they grow faster and are generally larger. They are harvested at 4 years of age. A short life for a creature that can live to 100 years of age in captivity.
In addition to crocodiles the farm also has Koalas, Kangaroos, Cassowaries, Snakes, and other reptiles and birds native to the Cairns Tropical North Queensland region.
For example the Black Swan. The reports from early settlers that there were black swans was simply not believed. Swans where white. Despite the arrival of actual specimens, there remained the feeling amongst 18 century Europeans that these birds were an unnatural aberration.
And the Magpie Goose. A "doose" or a "guck"? Scientists love to classify animals into neat categories. Magpie geese are uncooperative. They share features of both ducks and geese as well as having some of their own. These include the bill, half-webbed feet and the prominent knob on its head.
Not all of the Hartley shows were about the crocs - one was about snakes. We were told that 7 of the worlds 10 most poisonous snakes live in Australia. The Inland Taipan was taken out of its basket and as it writhed in the hold of the trainer we were told that the snake had enough venom in one bite to kill every single person in the audience (which numbered over 200). When he asked for volunteers to help hold the snake there were no takers.
An interesting encounter happened at the Hartley Crocodile Centre as we waited to go on a lagoon cruise. As usual the cruise director was passing time chatting up the crowd . He asked were there any international people in the crowd. One couple was from Shang Hai. He made a passing comment then asked where I was from. When he heard Calgary, Alberta he became very excited. "Calgary, Alberta! the Rockies! Banff! I tell you, that is one of the most beautiful places on earth. If you haven't been there, GO!" Then he asked me to come forward as he wanted to show me something. I pushed through the crowd and he whipped up the sleeve of his uniform to expose his bicep on which was tatooed a grizzly bear head. After the tour when we were walking out he called, "Good on you, heh."
Yesterday we went on the Kuranda Scenic Railway to the quaint tourist village of Kuranda situated in a hilly tropical rainforest setting. The brochure about the trip read: Cairns - Kuranda Railway. Blood, sweat, and bare hands. Your journey didn't come easy.
Like most rail lines built on difficult terrain the construction took many lives. It is rumoured that some of the ones who died during the building were actually interred under the very rail lines. It was the discovery of gold that made the rail connection a must. Later WWI,I with the Pacific War so near, the railway became a lifeline. For many years now the rail line has become a popular tourist attraction.
The return trip is via a cable car gondola. The Skyrail is one of the longest in the world - the trip down takes 1 1/2 hours. The time includes the two stops you make on the way down. Australia's rainforests were added to the international World Heritage list in 1988 to ensure their protection. The first stop is the viewpoint for the Barron Gorge and Falls. The next, to go on a short hike with a park naturalist. He stated that the rainforest is a living museum. On the walk we viewed a tree that was 400 years old. The rainforest is said to have inspired the setting of Avatar.
Whew!! That's all for now. We are still trying to work out the best way to get to Sydney without just flying. The rains and consequent flooding has cancelled our initial plan to drive down in a camper van.
Bye for now,
Sheila and Don
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Perth - Splendid Isolation
Perth - Splendid Isolation
We have been in Perth since Thursday, December 16th. We will leave here on Tuesday, January 4th - 2 days from now.
Australian Christmas traditions are very similar to Canada's. Lots of food, presents and families getting together to enjoy all. Don and I were made very welcome by the whole Roche clan. A Christmas to remember.
I have been tardy doing a blog as I have experienced a few trials - three to be exact - over the last little while. Two that would b e considered trivial. On December 27th i realized that I had lost my green hat. I bought that hat in Sharjah, United Arab Emerates in 1999. If you look at my travel pictures over the last 10 years you will see that hat. It has travelled the world and back again. When I discovered that I had lost it - on a wine tour - I did not realise, at the time, that it was the first in a seriers of three. This pattern has ruled my life. If one thing went wrong I knew to gird myself for the other two unfortunate events that would soon follow.
Sure enough the next event followed on the heels of the lost hat. We had booked a camper van in Cairns to drive down the east coast to Sydney. We were notified, by email, that due to two of their vans being wriiten-off they no longer had a van for us. Not huge but an irritant nontheless.
The real devastation was the news that our beloved mother had passed-away. It is a blessing for her and we do not begrudge her going, but she will be sorely missed. Ollie Fay was one in a million - over her 88 years she positively affected a lot of lives. I do not doubt that her angel wings were waiting for her when she departed this earth. Rest in Peace, Mom.
The world is full of stunningly beautiful sites, the Pinnacles in Nambung national Park, north of Perth is one such a place. Some areas that you see will forever figure strongly in your memory. Machu Picchu in Peru is unforgetable. The Pinnacles is another. Thousands of limestone pillars rise mysteriously out of the desert sands. Eons ago the area was the sea bed. The aboriginies called the area, Noorgarsknew (this place as Werinity, which means devil place). The older, wiser natives gave the area a wide birth. Young, cocky males did not listen to their advise. It was not uncommon for an unfortunate lad to disappear into the sands never to be seen again. Can you imagine the horror of being slowly swallowed alive?
All of Australia is being pelted with rain which is causing flooding in many parts. Perth remains stubbornly hot and dry (35 - 40 degrees).
Perth sits on a bedrock of limestone covered over with sand. All the houses and public buildings are low maintenance as they are built of brick and stone. They alll have the tile or metal roofs, that at home, only the wealthy can afford. The driveways are paved with brick. The whole effect is a sturdy tidyness. In place of traffic lights - especially through the neighborhoods - there are round-abouts that keep the traffic moving. You have to be careful not to step out as the cars have the right-of-way. Most important - remember to look Right not Left.
Who would vbe interested in a trip to Macca's for a meal? Most people would, once in a while, as it is none other than McDonalds. And would you fancy a trip in a ute with a tray? Don't worry, it is not a scary fair ride. It is your every day pick-up truck with a box. Yes, sorting out the language does keep you on your toes. No worries mate, you'll soon get the hang of it.
Friday, December 31 was not only New Years Eve, but Don's 60th birthday. The celebrating started early in the day with gifts from Peter and Christine. Later was dinner at Pat and John's, friends who live in their 'village'. After dinner Christine brought out a birthday cake. We sang the usual birthday song, but surprise, the Aussie's have a unique twist. They add:
Why was he/she born so beautiful
Why was he/she born at all?
Because he had no say in it
No say in it at all.
Later at the community hall dance the band and the attendees sang happy birthday twice through, plus one of Don's favourite, golden oldies was dedicated to him. it will be a birthday he won't forget.
You may be tired of hearing about the convict history - if so skim over this part. Personally, I find it fascinating. You won't be surprised to read that we visited another prison turned museum - Freemantle Jail which is located in the Freemantle Port area. The museum has 4 or 5 tours, but the only one available to us (time wise) was the Great Escape Tour.
Boredom and a copious amount of time to think and plan, the prisoners were creative in their quest for freedom. The only thing that they did not plan for was where to run to once they got out. With the shark infested waters in front of them and the dense, snake infested forests at their back they were trapped in Perth and were quickly re-apprehended. There were only two successful escapes during the whole course of the jail's history. Both were successful due to American intervention and the use of their ships.
Some escape attempts:
One prisoner used his shirt to tie himself to the axle of a delivery truck. This worked fine while the truck drove straight, on level ground. When the truck started down the ramp and turned, his shirt pulled his arm around the axle. His screams gave him away.
Three prisoners stole the laundry truck and used it to ram a hole in a wall they had previously weakened. With no way out of Perth they were soon back behind bars.
Some jumped over the walls, breaking limbs. Others managed to steal guard uniforms and walk out. Always freedom was short lived. I guess they looked on it as a weekend get-away.
The most famous prisoners were:
David Birnie ( with his wife, Catherine) was a serial killer. He was so reviled that the prison designed a cell to keep him in absolute confinement.
Moondyne Joe, a colorful horse rustler.
Brenden Abbott, bank robber, was branded the Postcard Bandit by the Western Australian Police to attract media attention.
During our two weeks in Perth the food and drinks have flowed non-stop. It is a paradise for sea food and wine lovers (in the Margaret River area there are over 150 wineries). We have been spoiled by Aussie hospitality.
When we fly from here we are without any firm plans. As previously stated we no longer have a camper van, which has turned out to be a blessing in disguise. The Cairns area is flooded up and down the coast. We will keep you posted as we re-work the next leg of our journey.
A new year with unlimited possiblities. Health wealth and happiness to you all.
We have been in Perth since Thursday, December 16th. We will leave here on Tuesday, January 4th - 2 days from now.
Australian Christmas traditions are very similar to Canada's. Lots of food, presents and families getting together to enjoy all. Don and I were made very welcome by the whole Roche clan. A Christmas to remember.
I have been tardy doing a blog as I have experienced a few trials - three to be exact - over the last little while. Two that would b e considered trivial. On December 27th i realized that I had lost my green hat. I bought that hat in Sharjah, United Arab Emerates in 1999. If you look at my travel pictures over the last 10 years you will see that hat. It has travelled the world and back again. When I discovered that I had lost it - on a wine tour - I did not realise, at the time, that it was the first in a seriers of three. This pattern has ruled my life. If one thing went wrong I knew to gird myself for the other two unfortunate events that would soon follow.
Sure enough the next event followed on the heels of the lost hat. We had booked a camper van in Cairns to drive down the east coast to Sydney. We were notified, by email, that due to two of their vans being wriiten-off they no longer had a van for us. Not huge but an irritant nontheless.
The real devastation was the news that our beloved mother had passed-away. It is a blessing for her and we do not begrudge her going, but she will be sorely missed. Ollie Fay was one in a million - over her 88 years she positively affected a lot of lives. I do not doubt that her angel wings were waiting for her when she departed this earth. Rest in Peace, Mom.
The world is full of stunningly beautiful sites, the Pinnacles in Nambung national Park, north of Perth is one such a place. Some areas that you see will forever figure strongly in your memory. Machu Picchu in Peru is unforgetable. The Pinnacles is another. Thousands of limestone pillars rise mysteriously out of the desert sands. Eons ago the area was the sea bed. The aboriginies called the area, Noorgarsknew (this place as Werinity, which means devil place). The older, wiser natives gave the area a wide birth. Young, cocky males did not listen to their advise. It was not uncommon for an unfortunate lad to disappear into the sands never to be seen again. Can you imagine the horror of being slowly swallowed alive?
All of Australia is being pelted with rain which is causing flooding in many parts. Perth remains stubbornly hot and dry (35 - 40 degrees).
Perth sits on a bedrock of limestone covered over with sand. All the houses and public buildings are low maintenance as they are built of brick and stone. They alll have the tile or metal roofs, that at home, only the wealthy can afford. The driveways are paved with brick. The whole effect is a sturdy tidyness. In place of traffic lights - especially through the neighborhoods - there are round-abouts that keep the traffic moving. You have to be careful not to step out as the cars have the right-of-way. Most important - remember to look Right not Left.
Who would vbe interested in a trip to Macca's for a meal? Most people would, once in a while, as it is none other than McDonalds. And would you fancy a trip in a ute with a tray? Don't worry, it is not a scary fair ride. It is your every day pick-up truck with a box. Yes, sorting out the language does keep you on your toes. No worries mate, you'll soon get the hang of it.
Friday, December 31 was not only New Years Eve, but Don's 60th birthday. The celebrating started early in the day with gifts from Peter and Christine. Later was dinner at Pat and John's, friends who live in their 'village'. After dinner Christine brought out a birthday cake. We sang the usual birthday song, but surprise, the Aussie's have a unique twist. They add:
Why was he/she born so beautiful
Why was he/she born at all?
Because he had no say in it
No say in it at all.
Later at the community hall dance the band and the attendees sang happy birthday twice through, plus one of Don's favourite, golden oldies was dedicated to him. it will be a birthday he won't forget.
You may be tired of hearing about the convict history - if so skim over this part. Personally, I find it fascinating. You won't be surprised to read that we visited another prison turned museum - Freemantle Jail which is located in the Freemantle Port area. The museum has 4 or 5 tours, but the only one available to us (time wise) was the Great Escape Tour.
Boredom and a copious amount of time to think and plan, the prisoners were creative in their quest for freedom. The only thing that they did not plan for was where to run to once they got out. With the shark infested waters in front of them and the dense, snake infested forests at their back they were trapped in Perth and were quickly re-apprehended. There were only two successful escapes during the whole course of the jail's history. Both were successful due to American intervention and the use of their ships.
Some escape attempts:
One prisoner used his shirt to tie himself to the axle of a delivery truck. This worked fine while the truck drove straight, on level ground. When the truck started down the ramp and turned, his shirt pulled his arm around the axle. His screams gave him away.
Three prisoners stole the laundry truck and used it to ram a hole in a wall they had previously weakened. With no way out of Perth they were soon back behind bars.
Some jumped over the walls, breaking limbs. Others managed to steal guard uniforms and walk out. Always freedom was short lived. I guess they looked on it as a weekend get-away.
The most famous prisoners were:
David Birnie ( with his wife, Catherine) was a serial killer. He was so reviled that the prison designed a cell to keep him in absolute confinement.
Moondyne Joe, a colorful horse rustler.
Brenden Abbott, bank robber, was branded the Postcard Bandit by the Western Australian Police to attract media attention.
During our two weeks in Perth the food and drinks have flowed non-stop. It is a paradise for sea food and wine lovers (in the Margaret River area there are over 150 wineries). We have been spoiled by Aussie hospitality.
When we fly from here we are without any firm plans. As previously stated we no longer have a camper van, which has turned out to be a blessing in disguise. The Cairns area is flooded up and down the coast. We will keep you posted as we re-work the next leg of our journey.
A new year with unlimited possiblities. Health wealth and happiness to you all.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
A Hop, Skip and a Jump
A Hop, Skip, and a Jump
From Hobart, back to Melbourne
On Friday Dec. 17th we left Hobart to return to Melbourne.
In Melbourne we went to the Melbourne Gaol (read as jail) which is now a museum. At the jail, Don and I, with thirty others, underwent a mock booking. Don was charged with disturbing the peace and I was picked-up for petty theft. We were paraded in front of the booking sargeant who read out our charges, then the men were seperated from the women. Next we were locked in large holding cells - one for men and one for women - where we would remain until our court dates.
Lucky for us it was all play and we were soon let go to wander through the three floors of the prison. Posted on the walls of the cells were the stories of some of the inmates and, if they were hung, their death mask on a pedestal. The stories were often of women and men who found themselves in desperate situations with few choices. It is no wonder that restless spirits are reported to haunt the cells and the hallways.
We saw the cell where the famed outlaw, Ned Kelly, spent his last days before being hung. His last words were, "such is life." Altogether during the years the jail was in operation there were 135 hangings. The hangman was often a fellow prisoner.
On Saturday morning, Dec. 18th, Melbourne was chilly and rainy when we bid it goodbye. We hopped a Virgin Blue flight to Perth and for two weeks with Peter and Christine Roche. I just hope we don't end up over staying our welcome. I have warned Don not to tell any stale Canadian jokes or even worse, provocative Australian ones.
We were an hour late landing in Perth. The plane left 30 minutes late and was delayed even further by strong head winds. When we landed we had to wait 15 minutes for a parking bay. Once we got to the parking bay we then stood in the aisle waiting for staff to guide the crossing of the tarmac.
From the moment Peter and Christine took us under their wings we were off and running. Never a dull moment. First day we saw Mikki - Christine's mom - whom we met previously in the United Arab Emirates. Plus, we met their daughter Katie and her daughter Sophie.
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas. . . Well not really, but there are a lot of decorations on display. One that caught our eye is a store front with an upside-down tree with the caption, 'Chrissy - Down Under'.
On Monday the four of us headed south for a 4 day stay at the Abbey Beach Resort in Busselton. Over the next four days between rain showers we explored the beaches, lighthouses and the shops. Great area steeped in history.
Up and out at 10 am on Wednesday for the Wine and Bushtucker Tour. The driver was a stand-up comic want-to-be. Well suited for his job. One of our stops was called The Grove where we were served a delicious array of liquors. I might add that this was the 4th stop on our tour and some of us were pretty 'happy' - especially the group of 4 young men who had comsumed a bottle or two of whiskey the night before. Anyway at the Grove the man behind the counter rivaled Don Rickles and our driver was his very capable side-kick.
Here is a recipe for a yummy after Christmas dinner drink:
In a shot glass pour in layers (1/4 " each) of the following liquors: macadamia nut, coconut
and white chocolate. Top it off with a layer of cream. Tastes like an icecream sundae.
The Bushtucker portion was traditional Aboriginal fare: Kacado plum, Witchery grub, Bush Lime, Bakyunga, Tasmanian Pepper berry, bush tomato. These veggies and fruits were served with mostly traditrional cold-cuts except for kangaroo. It was reddy in colour like corned beef and actually tasted like corned beef. All around a fabulous day of eating, drinking and talking to people from all over the world.
Australia is experiencing heavy rains. There is flooding south of Sydney, north of Perth and now in Cairns. So far we have managed to dodge the flood waters but we may be affected on the next leg of our journey. We are to fly to Cairns January 4th to pick up a camper van. The highway heading south out of the city is closed. So we'll see what happens.
Chritmas Day is going to be a hot one - 38 degrees. Not a snowdrift in site.
Enjoy the holidays where ever you are. Eat, drink and be merry!
From Hobart, back to Melbourne
On Friday Dec. 17th we left Hobart to return to Melbourne.
In Melbourne we went to the Melbourne Gaol (read as jail) which is now a museum. At the jail, Don and I, with thirty others, underwent a mock booking. Don was charged with disturbing the peace and I was picked-up for petty theft. We were paraded in front of the booking sargeant who read out our charges, then the men were seperated from the women. Next we were locked in large holding cells - one for men and one for women - where we would remain until our court dates.
Lucky for us it was all play and we were soon let go to wander through the three floors of the prison. Posted on the walls of the cells were the stories of some of the inmates and, if they were hung, their death mask on a pedestal. The stories were often of women and men who found themselves in desperate situations with few choices. It is no wonder that restless spirits are reported to haunt the cells and the hallways.
We saw the cell where the famed outlaw, Ned Kelly, spent his last days before being hung. His last words were, "such is life." Altogether during the years the jail was in operation there were 135 hangings. The hangman was often a fellow prisoner.
On Saturday morning, Dec. 18th, Melbourne was chilly and rainy when we bid it goodbye. We hopped a Virgin Blue flight to Perth and for two weeks with Peter and Christine Roche. I just hope we don't end up over staying our welcome. I have warned Don not to tell any stale Canadian jokes or even worse, provocative Australian ones.
We were an hour late landing in Perth. The plane left 30 minutes late and was delayed even further by strong head winds. When we landed we had to wait 15 minutes for a parking bay. Once we got to the parking bay we then stood in the aisle waiting for staff to guide the crossing of the tarmac.
From the moment Peter and Christine took us under their wings we were off and running. Never a dull moment. First day we saw Mikki - Christine's mom - whom we met previously in the United Arab Emirates. Plus, we met their daughter Katie and her daughter Sophie.
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas. . . Well not really, but there are a lot of decorations on display. One that caught our eye is a store front with an upside-down tree with the caption, 'Chrissy - Down Under'.
On Monday the four of us headed south for a 4 day stay at the Abbey Beach Resort in Busselton. Over the next four days between rain showers we explored the beaches, lighthouses and the shops. Great area steeped in history.
Up and out at 10 am on Wednesday for the Wine and Bushtucker Tour. The driver was a stand-up comic want-to-be. Well suited for his job. One of our stops was called The Grove where we were served a delicious array of liquors. I might add that this was the 4th stop on our tour and some of us were pretty 'happy' - especially the group of 4 young men who had comsumed a bottle or two of whiskey the night before. Anyway at the Grove the man behind the counter rivaled Don Rickles and our driver was his very capable side-kick.
Here is a recipe for a yummy after Christmas dinner drink:
In a shot glass pour in layers (1/4 " each) of the following liquors: macadamia nut, coconut
and white chocolate. Top it off with a layer of cream. Tastes like an icecream sundae.
The Bushtucker portion was traditional Aboriginal fare: Kacado plum, Witchery grub, Bush Lime, Bakyunga, Tasmanian Pepper berry, bush tomato. These veggies and fruits were served with mostly traditrional cold-cuts except for kangaroo. It was reddy in colour like corned beef and actually tasted like corned beef. All around a fabulous day of eating, drinking and talking to people from all over the world.
Australia is experiencing heavy rains. There is flooding south of Sydney, north of Perth and now in Cairns. So far we have managed to dodge the flood waters but we may be affected on the next leg of our journey. We are to fly to Cairns January 4th to pick up a camper van. The highway heading south out of the city is closed. So we'll see what happens.
Chritmas Day is going to be a hot one - 38 degrees. Not a snowdrift in site.
Enjoy the holidays where ever you are. Eat, drink and be merry!
Friday, December 17, 2010
The Oz in Australia
The Oz in Australia
On Monday we flew from Melbourne, in the Victoria state, to Hobart in the Tasmania State. Melbourne is a beautiful city and is deservedly billed as the cultural center of Australia. We kept busy racing from one area to another, but didn't have nearly enough time to do the city justice. The St. Kilda pier was special - the sea is an ongoing draw. The rocks and huge boulders, that form part of the breakwater, is a nesting site for the Little Penguin. We were lucky to see penguins in their natural setting.
Australia bid good-bye to Oprah on Wednesday. She taped two shows at the Sydney Opera House (which the media has started calling the Oprah House
On Monday we flew from Melbourne, in the Victoria state, to Hobart in the Tasmania State. Melbourne is a beautiful city and is deservedly billed as the cultural center of Australia. We kept busy racing from one area to another, but didn't have nearly enough time to do the city justice. The St. Kilda pier was special - the sea is an ongoing draw. The rocks and huge boulders, that form part of the breakwater, is a nesting site for the Little Penguin. We were lucky to see penguins in their natural setting.
Australia bid good-bye to Oprah on Wednesday. She taped two shows at the Sydney Opera House (which the media has started calling the Oprah House
Friday, December 10, 2010
We're Here
After 25 hour of travel time for Don, and 21 for me, we staggered out of the Sydney Kingston-Smith terminal into lush green tree-lined streets and sunshine. What is really rather mystifying is that somewhere over the ocean we lost Tuesday. If we never returned then the truth is we have lost one full day of our lives. I wonder if that is enough incentive to return to the snow and cold.
After settling into our hotel in the Kings Cross district (according to the guide book, "stylish and sleazy) we walked to the Sydney Opera House. Built in 1973 it is to Sydney what the Eiffel Tower is to Paris. When we got there, on a whim, we went in to see if we could get tickets to a show. Our dates were limited and so were the tickets available. We did get tickets to see the Sydney Symphony Tchaikovsky's Violin Conceerto and Sleeping Beauty. Of course we couldn't help but feel cultural pride when we read that the virtuoso violinist is Canada's own James Ehnes from Brandon, Manitoba.
Like most major cities Sydney is expensive. You have to look far and wide to find a pint of beer for less than $10.00. Housing is in short supply and thus goes at a premium. To find affordable prices locals are forced to move to the small surrounding towns. Some end up commuting to their jobs in the City 2 plus hours each way. Rent is priced by the week. How does $500 to $600. per week sound? How many of you fancy paying that? Not "good on you Mate."
The Australian paper bills are crisp and brightly colored, making it easy to identify the different bills. Unlike the American, limp, pale-green bills which require a close inspection to make sure you aren't handing over more that you intend to. Like Canada Australia has a $1. and $2. coin. They are smaller than the Canadian coins and don't have colorful names. The Loonie and Toonie are now as distinctly Canadian as "eh".
On Thursday we crawled out of bed at the crack of dawn, missing breakfast, to catch a bus for a Blue Mountain Excursion. First stop was the Featherland Wildlife Park. Australia is known for their unusual wildlife and a large collection were on display at the park. Pictured: a comfortably sleeping Koala, a Barking Owl and the Hairy-nosed Wombat.
Oprah Winfry is here with us. There are large, orange banners lining the main thoroughfares advertising her visit. It is nice of her to come over to keep us company. It's just too that she forgot to add our names to her entourage.
The Blue Mountains get their name from the fact that they are covered in a blue haze. One "must see" photo op are the Three Sisters: 3 hoodoo-like pinnacles that have sparked many legends. We heard 2 different versions of how they came to be. Quaint mountain villages dot the road as you climb higher into the mountains. Most of them started out as summer retreat destinations. Two cable cars and the worlds steepest train (funicular) are on hand to help you get great views plus down into the valley for some hiking. Overall an interesting all-day outing.
(We are fighting with this blog site. It refuses to cooperate. Hopefully, the appearances of the blogs will improve over time. If not, so-be-it.)
This afternoon we fly to Melbourne. (We seem to stay one step behind Oprah. I wonder is she trying to avoid us.)
Like most major cities Sydney is expensive. You have to look far and wide to find a pint of beer for less than $10.00. Housing is in short supply and thus goes at a premium. To find affordable prices locals are forced to move to the small surrounding towns. Some end up commuting to their jobs in the City 2 plus hours each way. Rent is priced by the week. How does $500 to $600. per week sound? How many of you fancy paying that? Not "good on you Mate."
The Australian paper bills are crisp and brightly colored, making it easy to identify the different bills. Unlike the American, limp, pale-green bills which require a close inspection to make sure you aren't handing over more that you intend to. Like Canada Australia has a $1. and $2. coin. They are smaller than the Canadian coins and don't have colorful names. The Loonie and Toonie are now as distinctly Canadian as "eh".
On Thursday we crawled out of bed at the crack of dawn, missing breakfast, to catch a bus for a Blue Mountain Excursion. First stop was the Featherland Wildlife Park. Australia is known for their unusual wildlife and a large collection were on display at the park. Pictured: a comfortably sleeping Koala, a Barking Owl and the Hairy-nosed Wombat.
Oprah Winfry is here with us. There are large, orange banners lining the main thoroughfares advertising her visit. It is nice of her to come over to keep us company. It's just too that she forgot to add our names to her entourage.
The Blue Mountains get their name from the fact that they are covered in a blue haze. One "must see" photo op are the Three Sisters: 3 hoodoo-like pinnacles that have sparked many legends. We heard 2 different versions of how they came to be. Quaint mountain villages dot the road as you climb higher into the mountains. Most of them started out as summer retreat destinations. Two cable cars and the worlds steepest train (funicular) are on hand to help you get great views plus down into the valley for some hiking. Overall an interesting all-day outing.
(We are fighting with this blog site. It refuses to cooperate. Hopefully, the appearances of the blogs will improve over time. If not, so-be-it.)
This afternoon we fly to Melbourne. (We seem to stay one step behind Oprah. I wonder is she trying to avoid us.)
Thursday, December 9, 2010
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