Australia Nov/Dec 2011 Carnarvon-Perth

Australia Nov-Dec 2011

Travelogue 13 Stage 2

Carnarvon, WA - Perth

from Bryan and Raewyn

Email: bryan.raewyn@yahoo.co.nz

austadventures.blogspot.com

Mile long jetty at Carnarvon

Carnarvon

Our last tales were from Carnarvon, midway along the Western Australia coast, and some 900 kms north of Perth. We arrived there October 5^th and a week later were offered jobs cleaning and maintaining the grounds in our caravan park. It was pleasant work, with fine days and warm nights and not long before we found we had been in Carnarvon a month. It was time to move on. We needed to move south out of the summer cyclone/flood zone, (which stretches from Carnarvon to Darwin) yet not reach cold and wet Perth too early. On November 7^th we left Carnarvon and followed the coast southwards, flanked by outstanding views of a translucent blue Indian Ocean edged in whitest sand, offshore breakers topping the 260km long Ningaloo Reef, and a crisp blue sky overhead.

3500 mllion years old stromatolites , Hamelin Pool, WA

A detour on the way took us to Hamelin Pool, home to rare rock-like stromatolites. Around 3500 million years old, these fossils are believed to be the oldest living things on earth, growing in warm shallow salty water. Stromatolites give off oxygen bubbles as each tide slowly covers them. Further along this one-way road is Monkey Mia, famed for hand-feeding wild dolphins, but a 300km detour to get back to the main highway meant we gave this a miss. Dolphins are seen often at most beaches along this coast. We stopped overnight at Murchison River Rest Area, surrounded by other campers – and many chummy Australian bush flies. Next day was on to Geraldton.

Geraldton

Pinnacles Desert, WA

Geraldton is an historic coastal town, some six hours drive north of Perth. We stopped a week at Fig Tree, a serviced rest area some16 kms east of Geraldton, surrounded by huge fields of golden swaying wheat. Each evening was 'happy hour' with most other campers involved. Geraldton's weekend markets, historic buildings and fine beaches make it an attractive place, if a little strange as most shops close at weekends. It's a little like going into a time warp.

Cervantes

Strange rocks at Pinnacles Desert, near Cervantes

Sunday 13^th November we left Geraldton, and two days later settled into the cray-fishing town, Cervantes, close to the Pinnacles Desert region of Nambung National Park. In all Australia, only in this park are found strange limestone pillars up to 5 metres high, in their thousands. A drive and walk through the park allowed us to get up close and personal with some of the pillars. They are extremely hard and depending on where in the park, are in different coloured groups. Various theories explain how they formed, but not knowing adds to their attraction. Oddly, this site was virtually unknown until the 1970s when it was 're-discovered' by locals.

Perth City from Kings Park

PERTH

A zig-zag trip with a night in Yanchep National Park, surrounded by hundreds of kangaroos, and a detour to the Gravity Discovery Centre, found us in Perth on Thursday, November 18^th . With 1.6 million people, Perth is the largest city in Western Australia and considered the world's most isolated city. With its many parks, fine surf beaches, easy transport and agreeable climate, Perth is a very liveable city and home to thousands of NZ expatriates The view over the city from the 400 hectare (1000 acre) Kings Park is perhaps the most renowned view of the city - the Swan River fronting the city skyscrapers, and softened by a ribbon of greenery between river and city. There's a lot more sights in Perth than we have seen in the last two weeks. We've visited the Perth Mint, Fremantle markets and inner-city (where bus transport is free), stayed a week with long-time ex-NZ friends, had dinners with other friends we've made along our journey, and organising storage of our car and caravan. Time is now short, and our exploration of Perth will have to wait until we return next year.

This is the end of Stage Two of our Australian journey. We fly back to New Zealand mid-December, and plan to be back in Perth sometime mid-2012 to continue our journey. Please join us. Should you wish to unsubscribe from the blog email list, please let us know. Comments are also welcome.

Have a Cherry Christmas, an equally wonderful New Year and prosperous 2012.

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Australia October 2011 Katherine NT - Carnarvon WA

Australia October 2011

Travelogue 12

Stage 2 Katherine, NT- Carnarvon,WA

from Bryan and Raewyn

Email: bryan.raewyn@yahoo.co.nz

Web: austadventures.blogspot.com

Katherine

Our last tales were from Katherine, some 300 kms south of Darwin. We spent seven weeks in the Northern Territory, exploring Kakadu and Litchfield National Parks, Katherine Gorge, Alice Springs and many other towns, each an oasis in the vast dry landscape. By mid-September, “the Build-Up” was due, with the barometer slowly climbing as each day's humidity and temperature increased. This annual event culminates in “The Wet” in summer, when much of Northern Australia suffers a barrage of high temperatures and monsoons. Darwin's houses have no gutters, as they cannot cope with these downpours. “The Dry,” in winter, is the most comfortable time to be this far north. September 16^th, with the onset of spring and “The Build-Up,” we headed west, wanting to get below the Tropic of Capricorn.

Kununurra

Two days later, we reached Kununarra, a town some 400 kms west of Katherine and 40kms inside the Western Australia border. At the border, every vehicle is inspected for fruit and vegetables, and any found is confiscated. We had been told of the border restrictions, so had eaten up before reaching there. We settled into the Kimberleyland Caravan Park in Kununurra, bordering Lake Argyle. At over 1000 square kilometres, this is the largest freshwater lake in Australia, and home to a third of Australia's bird species. With good fishing, it's also a popular spot for many keen anglers. Kayaking on the lake was a relaxing pastime, and after dark the red eyes of freshwater crocodiles, up to 1.2 metres long, glowed in our torch lights as they hunted fish. These crocodiles are for the most part harmless, and often rested at night on the lake edge, near caravans and tents.

We opted to fish one afternoon at Ivanhoe Crossing, ten minutes north of Kununurra. Here, the road causeway crosses the Ord River, but was closed as a metre of flood water ran across it. Signs warned of estuarine crocodiles (the dangerous ones) so we stayed on the safe riverbank. A few locals did venture onto the causeway to fish, but with its slippery moss, fast flowing water and crocodiles, it could have been disastrous. We found a spot a little downstream, and Raewyn pulled out several abandoned nylon fishing lines which had one end tied to scrubby trees, the other end flapping about mid-air or in the water. One line was particularly tight and on pulling it up, we found it had hooked a very large barramundi, a prime eating fish found throughout Australia. At seventy centimetres, it was near the maximum legal catch size. Though tired from being hooked for possibly several days, it still put up a remarkable fight. We'd thought of leaving it, but obviously the line had been abandoned, and this fish would have only become crocodile tucker, so that night we ate well.

Broome

After four days in Kununurra, it was time to head farther west across this great state to the coast. It took three days to reach Broome, the northernmost coastal town in Western Australia. We overnighted at rest areas with quaint names like Mary Pool, and Nillibubicca (how I remember that name, I don't know) and passed through the isolated frontier-like towns of Halls Creek, Timber Creek and Fitzroy Crossing.

Sunrise, Roebuck Bay, Broome

There was also another route to Broome, a little shorter than our 900 kilometre route. This is the renowned Gibb River Road, a 680 kms 4WD unsealed and corrugated road through the picturesque Kimberley Plateau. Allow up to seven days, the brochures read. Carry plenty of supplies, as water and fuel was limited. We met several who'd driven the road, including one who'd taken his caravan along this road. Never again, he vowed as he assessed the damage to his caravan. You can understand why we stuck to the main highway.

Camels await riders,Cable Beach, Broome

Our caravan site overlooking Roebuck Bay, Broome

At Broome, it was nice to see the blue sea again, the sparkling Indian Ocean. Broome, famous for it's pearling industry, is also renowned for glorious sunrises and sunsets. Our caravan site overlooking Roebuck Bay was perfectly placed. Each morning, the sun rose in deep scarlet hues reflected in the harbour, before melting into a blue sky. Cable Bay, on the ocean side of Broome, is home to popular camel trekking along the beach. Most camels, roped together in chains of twelve and each carrying up to two people complained bitterly as they stood up. Going by the size of some of those aboard, I couldn't blame the camel. One more straw, and it could have been fun. Sunsets at Cable Bay were to die for, cameras clicking furiously along the beach front each night.

Broome's small Chinatown area in the town centre is made up of upmarket pearl stores almost end to end, punctuated by the odd cafe or pub. You can buy pearls here in almost any colour or price. Perhaps the oddest attraction in Broome is the airport. The runway is just at the end of the main street, and when walking this street, you instinctively duck as planes fly over, their wheels seemingly only a few metres above your head.

Emu and chicks on path, Cape Range NP

 Cape Range National Park / Ningaloo Marine Park

After four nights in Broome, we travelled south while the fine weather was still with us. In the next three days, we drove over 1000 kms to reach Exmouth, gateway to the Cape Range National Park and adjoining Ningaloo Reef Marine Park. This coral reef, some 260 kms long is for the most part perhaps one kilometre offshore and home to many varieties of fish, turtles, rays, dugongs, sharks, whales and dolphins. Cape Range National Park adjoins the Ningaloo reef for some 60 kms. With only 112 non-powered sites available within that park, camp sites are almost always occupied. Exmouth Visitor Centre staff suggested we try turning up at the park entrance gates very early the next morning and chance somebody was leaving. We got there at 7.30am. Already three hopeful groups were in front of us, and by 8am, when the park office opened, another ten or so were behind us. Fortunately six sites became available that day,. I think we got the best site at Ned's Camp, only 8 kms into the park. Some campers had to go 50 kms into the park to reach their site.

Sunset, Cape Range National Park

We spent four relaxing nights in the park, overlooking a white sandy beach with the ocean swells breaking over the Ningaloo Reef about a kilometre offshore. Within the park, one could go snorkelling, canyon walking, or swimming in the warm waters. Behind us, low dry scrub covered the ground up to the Cape Range summits and park border. Red kangaroos (the big ones) and emus with chicks were common park visitors. We telephoned our daughters from a phone booth situated near the park information centre. It was rather odd, a phone booth in the middle of a scrub-covered plain, kangaroos hopping around beside us.

October the 6^th we left Cape Range National Park to continue our journey south. We were told to not miss seeing Coral Bay, some 150 kms farther. A short detour took us off the main highway to this most beautiful bay, where the coral reef was barely ten metres offshore from a sheltered sandy bay. Both Raewyn and I went snorkelling, and seconds from the sand, you were over the coral reef and a multitude of fish. If we'd had more time, we could venture a little further out to see larger fish and corals. Captivated families played around the beach, and those inclined could go on a glass bottomed boat to see the main reef further out.

Beside this bay, the two caravan parks were a boisterous jam of wall to wall vans, camping trailers and tents vying with each other for space to put their cars,boats, water toys, bicycles and clotheslines. It was school holiday time, and the parks were packed with families and groups making the best of the glorious weather. Fresh water was available to campers at $10 per ten litres. We could easily understand the popularity of Coral Bay, but an afternoon there was enough for us. We spent that night farther south at another roadside reserve, Lyndon River, where another fifteen travellers pulled in for the night.

Carnarvon

Next day, October 5^th, we moved on to Carnarvon. Carnarvon is a small and quiet town 900 kms north of Perth. It's West Australia's fruit and vegetable growing area, not really a tourist spot, though there are several caravan parks. With this competition, overnight rates are reasonable so we spent a week there to relax. We don't want to reach Perth too early, as it's still cold there.

Quobba Blowholes

Though Carnarvon itself is a country town servicing the local market gardens, some 70 kms north are the Quobba Blowholes, a spectacular event on the half tides, where great ocean swells smash into rock shelves, and blast through a series of blowholes reaching about 15 metres into the air. Barely a kilometre south, a safe sandy Point Quobba Beach overlooks a calm sea water lagoon, protected from the Indian Ocean swells by the huge coral reef. At the edge of this huge lagoon, perhaps in only 30 cm of water, a crumbled biscuit or bread dropped into the water immediately brought hundreds of fish into a feeding frenzy around your feet. We went snorkelling in this lagoon, the coral more colourful and fish more plentiful than that of Coral Bay – and with a lot less people Once used to our presence, fish surrounded and accompanied us as we drifted over the corals in the warm clear water.

It seems little noted, even by the local tourist centre, that Quobba is the westernmost point of any sealed road in Australia. But it was another tick in our list of Australian achievements.

Australia September 2011

Travelogue 11

Stage 2 Alice Springs – Darwin/Katherine

from Bryan and Raewyn

Email: bryan.raewyn@yahoo.co.nz

Web: austadventures.blogspot.com

Alice Springs

Our last tales were from Alice Springs, where we spent almost three weeks enjoying the wonders of the red centre. Tuesday 23^rd August, we left Alice Springs and retraced our steps north along the Stuart Highway. We'd planned another overnight stop at Devils Marbles as we had done before, but on arrival, flames licked the roadside, and clouds of wind-whipped smoke and ash from a huge grass-fire drifted across the rock columns and roads. Though the campsite itself was clear, any wind change could have meant a panic exit, so we decided to carry on, stopping overnight at Bonny's Well, a little farther up the road. Next day we again passed Three Ways, and with Alice Springs now 500 kms behind us, we entered new territory.

Daly  Waters pub

Daly Waters

We'd been advised to stay a night at Banka Banka Cattle Station, 50kms north of Three Ways. We were greeted by the greenest grass we'd seen for some time, and fresh cool spring water. Happy hour was around a huge camp fire near the original homestead, as a distant dingo howled and talk was of a mob of loose cattle near the road.

Daly  Waters pub

We'd also been told to not miss Daly Waters, some 340kms farther north and four kilometres off the Stuart Highway. In this outback village, the tiny pub is a clutter of bras, knickers, hats, horse gear, money, badges, ID cards and various other paraphernalia attached to every available space. Rusting ironmongery sits in corners and outside, a sign reads “Angle Parking Only Mate – Any Angle You Like”. Adjacent is an open air restaurant which serves 'barra or steak' nightly from about 6pm. We ordered for 6.30pm, dining with friends we'd made along the way. Barra means barramundi, the famous fish of the north. Alongside this pub/restaurant, the caravan park filled quickly with travellers here for this legendary meal, and the comedy and songs show which followed. In true country style, too quickly it all passed, and many happy campers farted their way back to their caravans.

 

Warm stream at Bitter Springs, Mataranka

Katherine

Next destination was Katherine, via Bitter Springs, Mataranka. Here, clear spring water flows gently alongside palms, ferns and tropical trees. Birds flit amongst the trees, and small fish accompany you in the warm stream. A short track leads to steps to ease into the 33 degree water, and many people take floats to drift some 100 metres downstream to where even more steps make it just too easy to get out. An overnight stop at King River roadside rest area then it was on to Katherine.

With a population around 6000, Katherine is nevertheless an important town in the Northern Territory. Major routes go west to Western Australia, south to Alice Springs or Brisbane, or north to Darwin, some 320kms farther. We booked three nights at a local caravan park, drove in, and almost bumped into a French girl we'd met at Ross River. We'd given her a lift to Alice Springs and said our goodbyes there. She was hurrying to get to Darwin for work. She had got a lift, but at Katherine the van had broken down and she was desperately trying to text us to see if she join us again. Her text came through just as we saw each other, so it was hugs all round. She joined us for our journey to Darwin.

Katherine Gorge

The broken down van belonged to two long-faced German girls. They had been told the alternator needed replacing but the only fault I found was a loose battery which every so often shorted out against the van body – easily fixed. As a test drive, the next day we all went to Katherine Gorge National Park, some 25kms east of Katherine. Endowed with rugged gorges, thousands of bats, kangaroos, snakes and crocodiles, the area is spectacular and well worth the drive. The five of us opted to walk some 30 minutes to the lookout, which gave a wonderful vista over the first gorge. In the 35 degree heat, we decided to not walk to the next gorge, some 7 kms further in. There's thirteen gorges in this national park. (The fixed van performed well, and our delighted German girls drove on to Darwin the next day.)

Mindil Beach sunset, Darwin

Darwin
From Katherine, it was but a short 200km hop to our next overnight stop at Adelaide River. Though just a whistle-stop town, Adelaide River is home to the Northern Territory's Commonwealth War Graves, final resting place of the hundreds of military personnel who died defending this part of Australia during WW2.

Darwin Beach and harbour

Then it was on to Darwin arriving there on a 34 degree last day of August. First visit was to the Mindil Beach Sunset Markets, on Thursday nights. This is a colourful mass of music, entertainment and food stalls bordering the beach. The outstanding moment was perhaps the sunset over Darwin Harbour. Most market-goers, perhaps 800, walked the few metres to the beach to sit on the dunes as the setting sun turned the sky deep red, the sea afire with shimmering ripples of golden light, ending only where the last wavelets touched the shore. Add to this the two didgeridoo players who decided playing to a packed beach crowd was better than playing to an empty market and you get some idea. The sun dipped below the horizon, the sky went through purple to indigo, people roused themselves from the dunes and went back to the markets, now ablaze in colourful night lights.

Crocodylus Park

Another day was to Crocodylus Park, which contains over 1500 salt water crocodiles, some bred there, others rogue crocodiles brought in from outlying areas, including one found in Darwin Harbour. Feeding them close up gives you a healthy respect for these reptiles. Handling a baby crocodile, with its mouth conveniently taped up was a unique experience. There's other crocodile attractions in Darwin: Crocosaurus Cove, or several river boat cruises to see the jumping crocs. With few other tourist attractions, Darwin is a place you go to “'cos it's there.” It has some small museums, art galleries and several historic sites from the 2^nd World War days, when it was attacked more than sixty times by Japanese aircraft.

Hot day in Darwin - note where the pointer is

This part of the Northern Territory is noted for having only two seasons – The Wet and The Dry. We were there in the shoulder season (known as The Build-Up) with temperatures around 33 degrees, and no rain for months. As the Build-Up continues, humidity rises until the air is heavily saturated. Late October, the monsoons arrive and The Wet starts. Darwin buildings don't have guttering. They cannot cope with the monsoon downpours. Floods close main roads, and those who elect to stay there apparently 'go troppo' in the 40 degree heat and constant rain. We were lucky, as this year's Build-Up is running late, and our days there were a comfortable dry 33 degrees.

Darwin is the terminus for The Ghan train after its three day journey from Adelaide and also a jumping off place for cheap airfares to Bali and Asia, so the city caters for the many itinerant travellers, mostly back-packers, passing through. It's a young persons city, and has a laid-back nightlife.

Kakadu National Park

Overlooking Kakadu wetlands

 

Kakadu landscape

A week in Darwin, then it was on to Kakadu National Park, 250kms east of Darwin. At 130 kms to the gate, another 120kms to Kakadu's main village, Jabiru, and over 20000 kms square, this is the largest park in Australia and only slightly smaller than Belgium. Distances here are colossal – 40 or 50 kms between sights is normal. Raewyn took a 30 minute plane flight over a very small portion of the park, seeing vast escarpments and the huge wetlands in the local area. We then visited Ubirr, where the park borders Arnhemland. Here are Aboriginal rock paintings, believed thousands of years old. At Ubirr, the East Alligator River separates Kakadu from Arnhemland. About 100 metres long, a concrete causeway joins the two riverbanks,allowing vehicles to cross. Upstream from this causeway, the muddy crocodile infested river flows deep. The river is only inches deep over the causeway to the tidal downstream side. From a viewing area, we watched as around five crocodiles lazily floated upstream, heads barely above the water. Apparently, for every crocodile one sees, another six are below the water. They're waiting for any fish which wanders into their territory – or any person who decides to walk across the causeway Signs warn people to not attempt the crossing, but sadly some have, with obvious results.

Litchfield National Park

Swimming at Wangi Falls, Litchfield Nat Park

With most Kakadu waterfalls dried up, and humidity increasing in The Build-Up, we stayed only two nights before heading back toward Katherine, via a two-night side trip to Lichfield National Park, south of Darwin. Not far within the park are huge magnetic termite mounds, some up to 5 metres high. These slab-shaped mounds have their narrowest side facing north, to keep them cooler at the hottest part of each day. The road then winds some 60kms passing other features to the main attraction, Wangi Falls. Here a pleasant waterfall drops into a large lagoon safe for swimming – as long as you don't mind the fresh-water crocodiles (which for the most part are harmless).

Katherine(again)

Now we're back in Katherine, resting, washing and writing this blog before we travel to Western Australia, and new adventures. We hope you join us. For those interested in this part of Northern Territory, I recommend reading “We of the Never Never” by Jeannie Gunn, a delightful tale of farming in the 1900s. This book will add a new dimension to your experiences in this wonderful area.

Mt Isa - Alice Springs

Australia August 2011

Travelogue 10

Stage 2 Mt Isa – Alice Springs

from Bryan and Raewyn

Email: bryan.raewyn@yahoo.co.nz

Web: austadventures.blogspot.com

Camooweal

Our last newsletter (#9) was from the mining city of Mt Isa, in western Queensland, where we stayed a week with our nephew and his family. After our goodbyes, we again moved westward and some eight hours later arrived at the tiny outback town of Camooweal, just east of the Northern Territory border. We'd been recommended a camp site there, beside the Georgina River. A wide grassy area on the riverbank became our charming home for the next two nights.

In winter (as now) the Georgina River dries to a series of long food-rich lagoons, haven to thousands of birds. Ducks, shags, tall brolgas, graceful egrets, swift kites and many others which we couldn't name surround the lagoons. Late each afternoon, birdwatching was a pastime enjoyed by the many campers along the river bank. Kites would swoop down beside us, grab unlucky fish in their talons and fly off into the blue sky in one movement, gulp it down, then turn for another swoop. Luckily, the 1.5 metre high brolgas on the opposite river bank stayed there – these birds, similar to a small emu, are quite aggressive and can kick and bite if approached. Sunrise each morning was a pink glow reflected in the lagoons, lasting only a few minutes before exploding into another clear blue day. A kilometre up the road was “Drovers Camp” where the locals have an exhibition hall recalling the old droving days, a credit to the efforts of the local community in this isolated spot.

Three Ways

Crossing into the Northern Territory on the 29^th July, it still took two days to reach Three Ways, a renowned tiny dot on the Australian map. Here, you have a choice of going, well, three ways. Back east, some 500kms behind us, was Mt Isa. North some 1100kms away lay Darwin, and south 500kms distant was Alice Springs.Extremely long and almost straight flat roads led in each direction and small shrubs and rusty grasses covered the stony country to the flat horizon, about 50kms distant. From there, a brilliant blue sky soared above us, untouched by even a cloud. It was then a realisation that the vastness of this country can only be felt, not photographed.

Raewyn between the rocks, Devils Marbles

Having been to Alice Springs in the 'Ghan' train last year for three nights meant 'we didn't have to go back there as it was so far off our intended route.' But, after a short discussion at Three Ways, knowing we were 'only 500kms from Alice' we decided to go again. First stop was 23kms down the road at Tennant Creek to refuel and stock up, then onto an overnight stay at Bonny's Well, some 90kms farther south.

Sunset at Devils Marbles

Devil's Marbles

The next night found us at Devils Marbles, a remarkable area where huge rocks balance on each other, as though some giant has been playing with blocks. Tracks led to the tops of many of these rocks. Raewyn and I got to the top of the highest rock pile and were rewarded with an uninterrupted view over the surrounding scrub-covered desert. A smoky haze from grass fires beyond the horizon filled the evening sky leading to an amazing sunset and next morning, before we left, dingoes walked nonchalantly through the camp, unafraid of any people.

Devils Marbles-20m high column

Alice Springs from Anzac Hill, MacDonnell Ranges bey

Alice Springs

A night at another rest area,Connors Well, then we reached Alice Springs on Tuesday 2^nd August. Alice Springs is the iconic red heart of Australia, so we settled in for a week, visiting the School of the Air (which transmits to children on distant cattle stations,) the Flying Doctor Headquarters, other local sights and even watched the Ghan train arrive – after all, we were now locals.

In our caravan park, we befriended a young family of four whose 4WD had broken down at Curtin springs, some 400kms west of Alice Springs. After a $1600 tow to Alice Springs and being told their vehicle might not be fixed for six of their seven weeks holiday, we took them under our wing to show them the local sights. Two days later, we all took a road trip following the eastern MacDonnell Ranges to Ross River Resort, 85kms east of Alice Springs. At the resort, it was obvious some maintenance was going on, and after a short conversation with the manager, I was offered a job as extra handyman at the resort. For 16 hours work, we were offered a week's camping plus meals, starting two days later. Fortunately, our befriended family's vehicle was fixed by then, much to their delight. It meant they could pick up their 4WD before we left them to start work at the resort

 Kings Canyon

Holidaymakers at Kings Canyon

 A highlight at Alice Springs was a bus tour on Tues 9^th August with our new family to Kings Canyon, only 480kms each way. The bus picked us up at 6,30am, and the 3 hour hike around the tops of this ancient horseshoe-shaped canyon meant all our muscles were tested, though the views were unsurpassed, and whitewashed ghost gums contrasted with the rustic rock strewn background. We were back at the caravan park at 11.30pm that night, tired but happy. Next day was a rest day – if washing and shopping are considered rests.

Ross River Resort

Ross River landscape

Ross River- we had to cross this twice a day.

We'd wanted to stay near Alice Springs for the annual Henley-on-Todd Regatta a week later, so going to Ross River Resort was an economic move, rather than stay in the Alice Springs caravan park.  Thursday 11^th August, we shifted to the resort, the last 200 metres driving across an almost dry sandy Ross River to reach our camp ground. That afternoon we started work, helping re-clad and paint several forlorn cabins The rule was if the stress level reached 0.5, we'd all stop for a cuppa. Leaving our camp ground, even to 'work', meant crossing the wide Ross River, driving through water for the last 15 metres. We became quite adept at driving across the sand, though others came to grief.

We worked on and off for the next ten days, and used our off-time visiting local sights such as Altunga, an old gold-mining area where tunnels riddle the ground and many of the old stone buildings have been authentically reconstructed. Some mines have been reopened for exploring by sightseers.  It's a tough countryside here. Fresh water is close to non-existent, the air hot, the ground hard and unforgiving.  Some mining families walked over 600kms to reach Altunga, which in the 1800s was bigger than Alice Springs– very few walked out any richer, and many died and are buried in the local rusting cemetery, last vestiges of the graves barely seen.

Henley-on-Todd River Race

Henley-on-Todd

One of the big boats-armed and ready to battle

The “Henley-On-Todd” is a famous boat race held annually in Alice Springs. This year, August 20th was its 50^th anniversary. The problem with these races is for most of each year, the Todd River, which runs through Alice Springs, is totally dry. This small problem is overcome by not having a bottom on the boats, instead the various crews using their feet to run along the riverbed while trying to remain within the boat sides. As you can imagine, it's a hilarious load of fun, many boats 'sinking' when they turn. The kayaks have their own course – rails laid along the sand, on which they slide. Their oar is a shovel, which is used to paddle through the sand. The finale is the Battle of the Boats, in which three very large 'boats' – a galleon, Viking boat and naval destroyer, each powered by a hidden 4WD vehicle, battle it out for supremacy. Each scurvy crew of eight has high-pressured water 'guns', several flour cannons some containing more than just flour, water balloons, and other secretive weapons. The result is a mad-cap battle in which nobody wins, but all (including some in the audience) are covered in an assortment of water, mud, food colouring and above all, grinning like Cheshire cats.

Alice Springs Again

Raewyn at Ormiston Gorge, West MacDonnell Ranges

After our time at Ross River, we again shifted back to Alice Springs for two nights, using the day between to drive some 425kms on a round route this time following the West MacDonnell Ranges through Ormiston Gorge, Glen Helen, and Hermannsburg. These names might mean little to many people, but knowing this day trip included 70kms of unsealed roads might give some idea of the isolation of these places. Flanking us most of the way, the saw-toothed MacDonnell Ranges were a rugged display of 400 million years old rock outcrops, hot,dry, and desolate in the day's sun. Yet every so often, a river would break through the ranges and form gorges of refreshing water. These oases would have an abundance of green trees and animals, in contrast to the desert like conditions close by.

Notes

Roadside reserves

The roadside reserves where we often overnight are a boon for travellers, Many have toilets,barbecues, picnic tables, water, and rubbish bins. Late each afternoon, anywhere from around four to perhaps forty or more caravans/motorhomes pull into these sites and set up a mini-village for the night. Like ships passing, friendships are made and tips passed on. Next morning, it empties again. The reserves are quite safe with few snakes about, but some are infested with mice. You soon learn to not park too near any high grass, as the mice like to get into a warm motor to chew the wiring.

Driving in Northern Territory

Driving here is unlike any other state in Australia. Once out of main towns, the speed limit for all vehicles is usually 130 kph, but several vehicles travel faster than this, including road-trains carrying three or four trailers. Most sealed highways are long, almost flat, and often almost dead straight for perhaps forty or fifty kilometres. Far from boring, the scenery changes subtly, from desert to green foliage or burnt trees. At this time of year, much of the countryside is being deliberately burned to get rid of the half-metre high dry grasses.  This helps stop major fires from lightning strikes in summer storms, should the grass grow much higher. Smoky haze fills the air for thousands of hectares. We've driven through a couple of fire fronts, with flames beside the road.

Overnight, the roads are best left to the huge rumbling 53 metre long road-trains. It's safer for smaller vehicles to stay off the road at night.  Many large wild animals- camels,emus, kangaroos,cattle, horses- wander onto the roads at night. The road-trains don't slow down, and with their huge roo-bars, several animals are killed each night. The eagles, falcons and crows don't mind and each morning it's a feast of road-kill meat for all of them.


 

Australian Adventures (9) July11

Australia July 2011

Travelogue 9  Stage 2 

Daintree – Mt Isa

from Bryan and Raewyn

Email: bryan.raewyn@yahoo.co.nz

Web: austadventures.blogspot.com

Daintree

Our last travelogue (#8) saw our arrival at a friend's property, in the world-heritage Daintree Rainforest area on the north-eastern part of Queensland's coast. Fifty kilometres south was Port Douglas, an upmarket resort area with boutique shops and cafes. Fifty kilometres north, after a roped-ferry crossing across the crocodile-inhabited Daintree River, was Cape Tribulation, where the rainforest meets the sea. This was as far north as we got. After two and a half wonderful weeks in Daintree, it was time to move away from the coastline which had accompanied us from Melbourne, so on July 6^th we headed inland, away from the coast.

Rasewyn photographs the Kuranda train

Mareeba

Our drive took us through Mossman, then west across the Great Dividing Range. This range almost parallels the east coast from the northern tip of Australia to Victoria. East of the range is 90% of Australia's population. West of it is the other 10%. Atop the range, and midway across the rolling green Atherton Tablelands is Mareeba, a charming country town with a delightful caravan park in the rodeo grounds. We spent five days there, exploring local towns and sights, including driving again to Kuranda, the tourist town near Cairns. This time, instead of our taking the “Skyway” gondola back to Cairns, we waited until 3.30pm and watched the last train leave. Within minutes, the roller doors came down across most of the shop fronts and the town became deserted, except for a few rumpty locals. The town seemed to have ceased to exist, or at least until the next morning when more hordes of tourists arrived

Bryan straddles the Gulflander train at Croydon

Croydon

Croydon's main street

Croydon cemetery

From Mareeba, travelling westward took us off the tablelands, into the true Queensland outback. A hot, dry 280kms drive along the Savannah Way, the road bordered with rust-coloured grassland and small trees, took us to an overnight stop at Mt Surprise. Next day another 260kms drive west across the sunburned landscape found us in Croydon, and a 120 year step back in history. The local general store in this old gold-mining town opened in 1884, and is still operating today, both as a store and living museum. 
Many town buildings have been renovated and reopened in their original livery, complete with displays and photographs from the late1800s. Close by, the Croydon cemetery spoke silent tears of the hardships faced by the long-gone families, and children, in this dry unforgiving landscape. Many of the rusting graves hold conch shells, some virtually undisturbed since they were placed there in the late1800s. In the Chinese section, stones inscribed with Chinese symbols lie at the foot of each grave, and lizard tracks cross the red dust between the rows, separating Chinese from Catholic, Catholic from Presbyterian, rich from the poor.

Croydon is also the eastern terminus for the heritage-listed “Gulflander Raillcar,” a weekly 'service' from Normanton, 140 kms away. The 2-car 'railmotor' takes an incredible five hours to make the journey at a hair-raising speed of 40kmph across the scorched landscape. It returns to Normanton the next day. That's it for the week. It's been doing this for 120 years, and big celebrations were afoot in Croydon to celebrate the occasion later in July – unfortunately after we had left.

Leichhardt’s Lagoon

Leichhardts Lagoon sunset

Leichhardt's Lagoon camp-note the dust

Several caravanners had recommended a unique camp called Leichhardt’s Lagoon, our next stop. On a private station, our site overlooked a large lake where sunset each night was a scarlet sky deepening to a maroon glow before clusters of stars filled the night sky, much of this reflected in the lake. Though still 27 kms from Normanton,and with no electricity supplied, we stayed four nights. Camp fires and pets were allowed, and the ablutions block with its corrugated iron walls, gas-heated hot water, and green tree frogs commonly in the toilet bowls added to the novelty. Washing machines were “Free - Just bring your own generator” and the local telephone booth was a plastic chair and a tall booster-aerial wire – 'bring your own phone and connect up.'

The reason to not swim at Leichhardt's Lagoon

Each night was 'happy hour' at the caretakers' caravan- take your own chair and drinks. On Saturday nights a 3-course meal was prepared by the station owners at their homestead grounds on the other side of the lagoon. Soup, mains and dessert all for $5 each, proceeds donated to the Royal Flying Doctor Service. Just bring your own chairs, table, drinks, plates, cutlery and insect repellent'

Life size model of crococodile shot near Normanton,Qld

Some 27kms west of our camp was Normanton, western terminus for the “Gulflander” and gateway to the Gulf of Carpentaria. About 73 kms north, the sealed road ended at the small town of Karumba - interestingly the only sealed road to the coast on the western side of Queensland. Karumba is fish, fish and more fish. If you're not into fishing, there's little else to do. Some folk go there year after year. A day at Karumba was enough to satisfy our curiosity, and we drove the 100kms back to our camp at the lagoon, just in time for happy hour, of course.

Mt Isa from lookout

Mt Isa 
Tuesday July 19^{th ,}we left Leichhardt's Lagoon, headed south, and followed the Matilda Highway through Burke and Wills Junction to Cloncurry and Mt Isa, overnighting along the way at “Terry Smith Lookout” a small roadside reserve, where amazingly another twenty or so caravans or motor-homes pulled in for the night.

There's no doubt the famed annual “Grey Nomads” migration is well under way. It's suggested each winter some 60,000 “grey nomads” from Victoria and South Australia make the pilgrimage to the warmer north, and the inland roads abound with herds of them travelling in their mobile homes in various directions. Nightfall sees instant small towns created in roadside reserves, then dissipating the following morning. We are part of it, and it's a great experience.

Wednesday July 20^th we arrived at our nephew's property in Mt Isa. We had been out of phone contact for the previous ten days, and on arrival had several messages awaiting us. Sadly, one of them was that our very dear friend and long time caravanning buddy, Ron Martis, had suddenly died in Rotorua, New Zealand the previous day (Tuesday 19^th). Some of the places we visited in Australia were on his recommendation. The rest of the day was spent in limbo, and though we tried, we couldn't make it to the funeral, but managed to watch the service via Skype, courtesy of our daughters.

Lake Moondurra, 18kms from Mt Isa

Mt Isa, with a population around 20,000, exists mostly to serve the huge mining complex on the western edge of the city. Tall chimneys dominate the landscape. Some 450kms of tunnels honeycomb the 27 levels underground. 18 kms away is Lake Moondarra, an artificially created lake supplying an increasing demand for water in this alien landscape. Anywhere out of the city, the landscape turns again to semi-desert. Closest next town is Cloncurry, 117 kms eastward. Mt Isa is an oasis of energy in an ancient land.

Attached to the Tourist Centre, is the “Hard Luck” mine, an experience created solely for visitors. A miners' lift lowers two floors to an awaiting miners' train which takes visitors to various mining activities. All equipment, including the train, is authentic - including having to wear bright orange overalls, helmet and miner's light. Not being for the claustrophobic, Raewyn preferred to go shopping.

Beware of 53 metre long road trains in Queensland outback.

Stay with us as our next journey continues westward across this huge country.

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